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Father's Day and Saturday Suprise Contest Winner

Congrats to Lucia who won yesterday's Saturday Surprise Contest.

Torquere Press has a father's day sale on -- the code is father2011 and it gives you 15% off and is good until Tuesday.

It's not a Wayback Wednesday, but I have a few titles featuring fathers, and I thought today'd be a great day to mention them:

Allspice: Recipe for Love: Jack's life is already on a downward spiral when his teenage daughter Rache shows up on his doorstep, and she's pregnant out to here. When he takes her to confront Billy, the boy who knocked her up on her last visit, he discovers boy's uncle, Dan, who is not just a fine baker. He's a real stud.

Much to his surprise, it looks like Billy is going to step up and assume his responsibilities with Rache. Now that he's met Daniel, could it be that the rest of Jack's life is also looking up? Of course there's the small matter of Daniel not knowing that Jack is actually gay...

First Steps: Abandoned by his partner in the wilds of Alaska, Peter is pretty much at the end of his rope. He has a cabin falling down around his ears, two young babies to care for, and too much alone time to think about his situation. It's enough to make a man rethink wanting to be a dad.

Park Ranger Chad thinks Peter could use some help, especially when fire and weather warnings make him wonder if Peter's little cabin is going to make it through the year. When he takes Peter and the babies in, he finds out that the attraction the two of them felt on their first meeting has the potential to be a lot more. Can he convince Peter that they can do more than keep each other warm?

Unlikely Hero: Eric doesn't know where else to turn when his daughter is kidnapped, so he calls on his powerful ex-lover, Brock. Brock never expected to hear from Eric again, but he never got over the man, either. When Eric comes to him to help find the three-year-old Josie, there's no way Brock can turn him down. He has the money and the contacts Eric needs, and he can't let Eric walk out of his life again. Not after all these years.

Brock has no idea what he's letting himself in for. Together, Eric and Josie turn Brock's world upside down while they work with police and private security to find the people who took Josie, and to keep Eric and Josie safe while they do. Even as they get to know each other again, Brock has to fight the feelings he still has for Eric, at least for time being, which just makes it all that much harder. Can Eric and Brock find out who wants to hurt them before it's too late, or will Brock fall off his pedestal as Eric's hero?

June Newsletter

My June Newletter is completed and available for reading at yahoo.

Now I can celebrate with a beer!

Saturday Surprise!

Have you read my latest Hammer novel Sold yet? How about one of my Changeling m/m/f titles?

Here's your chance to win one! Just send me an email to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) with "Saturday Surprise" in the subject line and at the end of the day I'll randomly pick a winner. Prize is the winner's choice of an ebook from either my Torquere or Changeling titles.

Flash Fiction Friday

Rig woke up in the middle of the night, stretched, his body sliding along smooth skin, hard muscles, pure heat.

His Rock.

He'd been dreaming of that fat cock, of the way Rock pushed inside him, filled him up.

Fuck, he wanted.

He slithered down, nuzzling and licking all the way down Rock's spine.

His fingers framed that fine, hard ass, thumbs spreading the cheeks a little. He could start there, licking that tight little hole until his Blue woke up, fed him that amazing prick, gave Rig what he needed.

His chin hit the top of Rock's ass, and he moaned, the scent of pure, grade-A stud hitting him.

Rock grunted, rumbled a little and shifted in his sleep.

"Shh. I got you." He licked, opening Rock up, encouraging his man to let him in.

"Rig?" Rock didn't sound awake yet, but one knee was pulled up, giving him room.

"Mmm." He traced the tiny, wrinkled hole with the tip of his tongue. "Need you."

"Fuck. Rig." That growly rumble he loved so much sounded.

God, he hoped so. His hand slipped around, cupping and weighing the heavy balls as he fucked Rock with his tongue. His own cock ached, swollen and needy.

Rock lifted, giving him access to that fine, fat prick.

"Mmm." Yes. Fuck yes. He wrapped his fingers around the column of flesh, jacking Rock nice and slow.

Rock groaned and rocked into his hand, then back against his tongue. Oh, hell yes.

Rig hummed, tongue flicking over the wrinkled hole. Rock bucked, nearly tossing him off the bed. Oh, somebody liked that.

He did it again, and again. He wanted Rock wild, wanted the man to flip him over and take him.

"Jesus fuck, Rig. Your mouth."

He groaned, moving up to bite at one cheek. "Need."

Rock jerked beneath his bite and then turned, pushing him onto his back. He blinked up, only able to see the outline of one of the most beautiful sons of bitches on earth.

"You want it, Rabbit?" Rock's prick slid along his hip, his belly.

"Fuck, yes." He needed it.

Rock pushed up between his legs, that fat prick pushing against his hole.

He didn't wait; he just rolled up, made his offer. Rock knew whose he was.

Just like that, Rock pushed into him. Rig's eyes rolled, that pressure just perfect.

"That's right. I've got what you need right here."

He knew that. He counted on it. Hell, right now he needed it so he could go back to sleep.

Rock didn't tease him, just started fucking him with that deep, long thrust he was counting on. Rig rode it, hands sliding over perfect fucking muscles as his Blue gave him what he needed.

Those blue, blue eyes stared down at him, watching him. He reached up, touched Rock's lips. They opened up for him, tongue sliding across his fingers.

"Yeah." Rig grinned, pushed his heels into the mattress to meet each thrust.

Rock bit at his fingertips and then grinned back, increasing the force of his thrusts. It felt so fucking fine.

"Blue." The head of Rock's cock slammed his gland, making his belly clench.

Rock didn't say anything with words, using that fat prick to tell Rig over and over exactly how he felt.

His balls drew up tight, and he arched, the sheets feeling rough, his skin was so sensitive. One of Rock's big hands moved from his hip to slide around his cock, the grip rough, tight.

It was all he needed, that touch, and his cock gave it up, spunk pushing from him.

"Fuck!" Rock slammed into him a couple more times, and then filled him with heat.

Rig hummed, rested back into the pillows. There.

Good.

Rock collapsed down onto him, still buried deep.

"Better." Maybe he could sleep now.

Rock chuckled and slid out of him, settled next to him. "Go to sleep, Rigger."

"Uh-huh. Maybe."

One huge hand landed on his hip, solid and firm.

Mmm.

His Rock.

Flash Fiction not quite Friday

Here's the first part of my abandoned sequel to Catching a Second Wind.


Ben typed up the last of his notes from his notebook and closed the patient file. He doubled checked his appointment book, feet rubbing against Ruby, the little old hound dog Kota had rescued last month and who'd glommed onto him, the sweet old girl, and powered down his computer.

Ruby followed him as he made his way to the kitchen, checking the lasagna and adding a bit more cheese to the top. Then he started on dinner for the beasts.

Feeding time was turning into a real production. Not that he minded, doing all but Monday's and Wednesday's work from home, the other three days slowly picking up local clients who preferred not to have to go into town for appointments.

Still, it was a production. First he had to make up the bowls for the cats and the dogs, then take the gliders and Freud, his chinchilla, their nuts and grapes and whatever other treats they were getting. Making sure the dry food was all topped up came next and then out to the barn to feed the little crew of goats, the barn cat and three barn dogs and the llama.

So far, Kota had actually been pretty restrained, but every few months, he'd come home with someone new who needed a home, all other avenues exhausted.

They had nine dogs now and six cats, along with the beasts that stayed in the barn, and Kota had been making noises about a pot bellied pig who's owner was moving out of the country.

Thinking about his lover made Ben smile and, once he'd made sure all the water bowls were fresh, he leaned against the llama's stall, daydreaming about strawberry blond curls and happy green eyes.

It wasn't long before he saw the green truck coming down the old road, the last of the spring wildflowers swaying and bobbing. He couldn't believe they'd been in the house almost a year, been settled and happy.

The dogs went barking and running to welcome Kota home and he followed more slowly, enjoying the sight of his lover. Kota looked good, cowboy hat perched on his curls, face happy, the lines and dark bags gone now, Kota rested and more at peace with his first lover's death.

Ben pushed his way through dogs. "All right now, you've all had your say and your pettings -- it's my turn."

"Hey there, Mr. Ben." Kota leaned up, their lips pressing together, warm and easy. "I stopped at the feed store and the bakery. Reckoned we could hit the grocery together tomorrow."

He looped his arms around Kota's waist. "Sounds good. I've got a list." Then he went in for another kiss.

Kota stepped closer, lean body snuggling into his, hands sliding over his shoulders.

He moaned softly, hands sliding to Kota's ass, cupping it. "The beasts are all fed, our dinner's in the oven."

"You've been busy..." Kota's mustache, a left over from the beard and mustache his lover'd grown over the winter, tickled his lips.

"My last client left over an hour ago and I thought it would be nice if the chores were all done when you got home."

"You're good to me." Kota licked his lips, moaning softly. "I bought a strawberry pie for dessert."

"Oh yum. And it was selfish. I wanted to be able to make out when you got home."

He wrapped his lips around Kota's tongue, sucking it in. Kota groaned, stepping toward him, fingers tightening. He pushed Kota back until his lover was leaning against the truck. That gave him room to push up and rub, groans of his own sounding at the sensation. Kota's hat tipped off, falling into the bed of the truck as Kota tugged him closer, thighs parted, hips rocking.

"Love you," he whispered, getting his thigh between Kota's legs, giving his lover something to rub against. His own prick worked against Kota's belly as they rubbed together.

"Yeah. Love. Ben." Hard and hot, Kota was damned near crawling up his body, soft promises pushing into his lips.

Close to two years together and it was still like this, still hot and hard and needy, like a fire between them whenever they touched. Kota's hand pushed between them, cupping his cock, rubbing hard.

He groaned and pushed harder, humping for all he was worth, not even caring that he was going to mess up his just out of the laundry jeans.

Kota nipped his bottom lip, nudged his balls. "Love you."

"Kota!" He called out his lover's name, shuddering as he creamed his jeans. "Oh. Oh." He leaned heavily against Kota.

"Yeah. Oh." Kota held him, kissing his face, his jaw, his lips. "Hey."

"Hey." He smiled goofily down at Kota, letting his own hand drop to cup Kota's crotch.

"Mmm..." Kota shifted, moaning nice and low, green eyes shining. He took a moment to pop the button on Kota's jeans and slide down the zipper, moaning himself as Kota's hard flesh pushed into his hand.

"Gonna get a quilt and a bottle of wine this weekend, ride down to the pasture and love you in the sunshine." Kota's eyes were soft, dark.

"Oh, God, that sounds wonderful." He wrapped his hand around Kota's prick and started tugging, finding the rhythm he knew Kota liked, thumb playing at the base of the bulbous head.

"Oh. Oh, Ben..." Kota leaned forward, panting. "Gonna... gonna watch you ride me in the sun..."

He shuddered, his cock struggling to get hard again. "Kota... God, you make me want." He latched onto Kota's neck, sucking as his hand worked his lover's cock.

Kota went up on his toes, chin lifting, a sharp cry sounding as heat spilled over his fingers. He kept stroking Kota's cock, slowly bringing his lover down.

"Mmm... Ben." Kota nuzzled, humming softly.

He tucked Kota's prick away, gently zipping Kota's jeans back up and then licked his hand clean, moaning softly at the strong bitter salt and sweet taste of his lover.

"Damn." Kota leaned forward, tongue sliding against his own.

"Yeah. God, I love you." He pressed a kiss to Kota's lips and then looked into the bed of the truck. "I suppose this stuff needs shifting tonight."

"Nah. We can slide the hardtop on and grab the pie."

"Oh good, I wasn't looking forward to unloading before I'd had a chance to unload my jeans. If you know what I mean."

Kota chuckled, eyes dancing. "I hear you. You run in and clean up, I'll set the top and grab the bread and pie."

"'k." He gave Kota a hard kiss. "I love you."

"I know." Kota winked, reaching to cover up the bags of feed and supplies.

Smiling, he walked slowly backward toward the house, watching Kota's ass as he went. Kota looked back, wiggled a little. He whistled, letting his lover know how hot he was.

Yeah. Life was good.

Wayback Wednesday -- Catching a Second Wind

When Dakota lost Mike he thought he was done for when it came to love. Heck, after losing a lifetime partner, he figures it's even affecting his ability to do his job as a veterinarian. Which is why he lets his friends convince him to see a psychologist.

Ben is understanding, sympathetic, and a good listener. He's also the most attractive thing Dakota has seen in a long time. Before they know it, Dakota and Ben are moving from being in a doctor patient relationship to something a lot more interesting, and that presents a whole new set of problems.

Can these two put aside the past and build a new life together, one that is uniquely theirs?

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Dakota came to me first with this one, with his sad tale of missing his lover and how he couldn't do his work anymore, it upset him too much. Luckily, Ben came along.

I have to say, writing this book made me want to get a pair of sugar gliders and maybe a chinchilla.

I was thinking of writing Kota and Mike's story, too, as they had quite the love story, but in the end it would have been pretty sad so it never got off the gound. I also started a sequel to this one, but it never went anywhere.

Feels like summer

Today feels like summer and there is an icy cold beer in the fridge with my name on it.

There's a lot of movies coming out for the summer. What are you looking forward to? What do you recommend of the batch already out?

Been muling over what I might do as a short story for this year's Charity Sip Blitz from Torquere. The theme this year is Getting Better, with proceeds going to the It Gets Better project. I've gone with the jarheads every other year and I think they'll step up again this year. There's this runaway kid who's been sleeping out behind the gym...

I have a new Hammer couple. They're supposed to be a short story. I'm not sure that's how they're going to wind up... It's funny, I had Scotty and Jimmy from Following My Heart and was sure they were a novel, but they turned out to be a short story. Meanwhile Hank and Jason are supposed to be a short story and are showing no sign of stopping. It's the men of the Hammer -- noisy, noisy dudes.

Must get my June newsletter going as we're already in June.

I've got a couple releases coming out this month -- First Gift, the first of three in a new series, and Bruised, a compilation of the original three Bruised Chaser series. More on those later.

Okay, that beer is calling for me -- stay cool!

Sold now out!

My latest Hammer novel Sold is now out!



Matt is new in town, and he's excited to be vying for a membership at the Hammer, a club he's heard is the best in the business. He has to admit that his first encounter with a sub at the Hammer makes him believe it. Adam is like no one Matt has ever met, and he wants the professional sub to be his and his alone.

Adam has some issues that might throw a monkey wrench into Matt's plan. While Adam thinks Matt is the most amazing top he's ever met, he also has to make a living. He's never wanted to have a private contract with anyone before, and he's not sure how to be a sub to Matt without making the man jealous because of his job.

Matt thinks he has the answers to all of Adam's questions, but they have to work it all out between them gradually. Meanwhile, Adam still has to work, and some of his old clients may not like Adam having a relationship with another Dom. Can Matt and Adam find a balance between work and play?

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The house was sterile, too. Half unpacked. It smelled like Matt, though. The bedroom, however, looked like someone lived there. The walls were a light brown with dark accents, the large, four-poster bed covered in a bright quilt and piled with pillows. There was a dresser and a small desk with a laptop on it, a basket with clothes in one corner.

The room made him smile. This was the place of a real person.

Matt smiled and stroked his cheek. "You like my room."

"I do." It felt genuine.

"Good. I hope you spend a lot of time in here." Matt's mouth closed over his.

He didn't have a chance to remind Matt that he didn't kiss. He'd never been so glad to miss anything. Ever.

Matt's tongue slipped between his lips, snuck into his mouth, and licked all around. It was like they were dancing, rocking together. Matt slowly began to undress him, fingers sliding over his skin as it was revealed. His cock was hard, his skin tingling at Matt's touches.

"You work outdoors," murmured Matt, stroking his nipples.

"Sir?" He looked at Matt, surprised.

"You're tanned. You're beautifully defined. I made an assumption."

"I spend my days in my gardens." It was his passion.

"Ah, you see -- I was right." Matt smiled and returned his focus to Adam's nipples. "These are so pretty. Are you very sensitive here?"

"Yes, Sir. The mornings after, sometimes, I can't wear a shirt." The clamps were the worst -- not during, but after.

"Mmm. I'd like to see that, you in the morning, shirtless, these little nibs swollen, knowing they were aching." Groaning, Matt bent and took one into his mouth.

"Oh." He stilled, his instincts, his habit, to center himself, find his calm heart.

Matt's tongue flicked back and forth, his nipple rising to meet the touch. Suddenly, Matt bit at him, the pain sharp and sudden, surprising him. He almost gasped, the sound caught in his throat, his fingers clenching. The bite was followed up by more tongue-flicking and sucking. Adam breathed, chest heaving, toes curling.

Fuck.

My God it's Monday

So May is almost over and nearly the whole month has passed me by in a blur.

The Hammer boys remain my noisiest, with new men showing up in my brain all the time. Matt and Adam are the men of Sold, which comes out on Wednesday, while Harrison and Giles (who first showed up for a brief appearance in Found -- at the Christmas party at Oliver's) will be out in Drawn this summer. Then Forrest and Hunter showed up, and they've got a past and they don't think they have a future, but they're wrong about that.

I have beach plans for the summer. Beach and beer and lots of kinky dudes. It is still May, though, so everything but the kinky dudes will have to wait.

Here's the cover for Sold:



Everyone have a good week!

Flash Fiction Friday

I'm sure it's still Friday somewhere...

mellow Rock is mellowhorny


Rig had made margaritas. The kind with the ground up ice that were fucking perfect on a hot day in the sun.

Rock had four.

He was not getting out of the hammock for love or money.

Of course Rig was also wearing a pair of cut-offs that were even more sinfully short than usual.

"C'mere, Rabbit."

"Hmm?" Rig looked over at him, smiled, licked his lips.

Damn, Rig was still the best damn looking cowboy... "I said get your ass over here where it belongs."

"I was just working on my tan." Rig rolled up and those cut offs slipped down and he saw a hint of those white curls.

His voice dropped into a rumble. "Uh-huh. I got something better than a tan for you to work on over here."

"Mmm."

Fuck, he loved to watch Rig move, hips rocking side to side like the slut he was.

"Fucking sex on a stick, Rig."

"Hope to be fucking you, soon." Rig's fingers slid down his belly.

He chuckled, even as he sucked in his belly, letting his muscles play for Rig's fingers and giving his Rabbit lots of room to undo his jeans. Rig knew just what he wanted, too, baring his cock even as Rig leaned down to kiss him.

He swept his tongue into Rig's mouth, his hand landing behind Rig's head to keep him there. Rig fucking tasted like sex, too. Margaritas and sex. Salt, lime, tequila, and come -- fuck. Fuck, his rabbit.

Growling, he tugged Rig onto him, the hammock swinging wildly.

"Don't you drop me!" Rig's laugh rang out.

"Would I drop you?" Not even drunk on margaritas.

"Never. Not ever."

Rig's kiss burned him to the bone.

He tugged at the little shorts, grinning as he heard the ripping noise.

"Ruining my clothes..."

"You look better out of them."

And now they were prick to prick with nothing in between. Too bad he couldn't get any fucking purchase on the God damned hammock.

Rig groaned, hips rolling, body sliding against his. He put his hands on that ass and encouraged the moments, helped them.

"Rock. Want you." He could feel it, feel Rig hot and stiff against him.

"All fucking yours, Rabbit."

"Yeah." Rig got a toe hold on the hammock, started rubbing against him.

"Oh, fuck, yes." Just like that.

"Fine, fat cock." Rig grabbed the top of the hammock, let him lie there and just watch. Just feel.

He could feel every inch as their pricks slid together, the pleasure the perfect accompaniment to his buzz.

Rig smiled for him, moaning his name. He grabbed himself another kiss, Rig filling all his senses. He kept one hand on Rig's ass, moved them together just that much faster.

It wasn't going to take long before he was going to blow and he wanted Rig right there with him.

"Blue." Rig groaned, tongue fucking his lips, making him some hard-core promises.

"Right fucking here."

"Yeah. Fuck, yeah." He wasn't the only one.

"Come on, Rabbit. Fucking show me how hot I am."

The corners of Rig's eyes crinkled, the grin happy, wild. "Fuck..."

"That's fucking right." He managed to get his heel jammed into the hammock and pushed up into Rig.

Rig's answer was a grunt, a low cry, so he did it again, and then one more time. That was all it took for Rig to grab him, shoot. The scent of Rig's come was enough to get him off, too. He shouted into Rig's mouth as more heat spread between them.

"Mmm." Rig cuddled in, even though they were sticky and hot.

He just wrapped his arms around Rig and let the mellow roll through him.

The slap of skin on skin came, followed by Dick's voice. "Mmm. Margaritas and a floor show. I have got to be the luckiest working stiff in the world."