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January 12, 2011
Wayback Wednesday
Palin leads a well-ordered life, needing peace and quiet after spending his days working as an information broker, reading minds for money. Which is why Tigre seems like such a strange choice for him as a lover.
When Palin sees vala Tigre in one of his mindreading forays, he knows he has to have him, despite the fact that the man has been created for two purposes; fighting and pleasure. Together they build a new life, one of pleasure and pain, of love and discipline. When life threatens to tear them apart, they fight to keep the home they've created, even if the obstacles they must overcome are within as much as without.
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This one came out of -- what if the sub was a big, muscled stud, and the dom was a geeky looking guy with glasses. It was fun setting up the world for them, too.
new story out
I've got a short story featuring Jim and Marcus, with a small side of Billy and Tanny in the Pour Some Sugar On It anthology out today!
What's our recipe for something sweet? Just take a group of Torquere authors, add hot men, throw on the sugar, and shake. Pour Some Sugar On It does just that, bringing you sweet tales of lust and love, all with a dash of sugar. From werewolves with sweet tooths to candymakers and their confectionary assistants, we've got chocolate lovers and honey abusers, berry farmers and ice cream aficionados, and they've all got one thing in common -- they're hot and they're sweet.
We've brought together all the best ingredients for one sweet anthology: a cup of high fantasy from Gabriel West and pound of urban fantasy from Misa Izanaki and G.R. Richards. We have a touch of paranormal from Julia Talbot, a dash of BDSM from Sean Michael. Throw in the freshest contemporaries from Lee Benoit, Heidi Champa, Cari Z, Rob Rosen, Emily Moreton, and Kiernan Kelly and we have the hottest, sweetest recipe going. So take a dive into these sticky, gooey, and yes, sweet stories. You won't even need to brush your teeth when you're done.
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Brownies, A Hammer Story
"Let's make brownies," Tanny had said. "How hard can it be? We're not stupid. We can follow instructions."
That had been six hours ago.
Six hours.
A pot of coffee -- half decaf, of course.
Three trips to the grocery story.
A food fight involving throwing melted marshmallows at each other.
And no fewer than four exploding bags -- one flour, one sugar, two mint chocolate chips (those bags were a bitch).
Tanny looked over, wearing only sweatpants, a streak of chocolate crossing his torso. Jim thought his best friend looked stoned, and that made him cackle. High. They were on a sugar high.
"Don't laugh at me." A pecan bounced off the end of his nose. "Asshole."
"Fucker." He grabbed the chocolate syrup jar, aimed, then cracked up again as Tanny opened his mouth.
He got most of the glob in, and Tanny moaned. "God. Did we get it right yet? I mean the brownies."
Jim looked. There were twelve batches with bites taken out of them -- mint chocolate, rocky road, dark chocolate, chocolate pecan, chocolate walnut, cherry chocolate. They were all good.
"Let's try adding coffee."
Tanny clapped. "Mocha brownies! Is there Irish cream?"
"Oh, my God!" Uh-oh. That sounded an awful lot like Marcus.
"Wow. Just... wow." And Master Billy.
Tanny's eyes went wide. "They were supposed to be gone."
Jim nodded. "All day."
What's our recipe for something sweet? Just take a group of Torquere authors, add hot men, throw on the sugar, and shake. Pour Some Sugar On It does just that, bringing you sweet tales of lust and love, all with a dash of sugar. From werewolves with sweet tooths to candymakers and their confectionary assistants, we've got chocolate lovers and honey abusers, berry farmers and ice cream aficionados, and they've all got one thing in common -- they're hot and they're sweet.
We've brought together all the best ingredients for one sweet anthology: a cup of high fantasy from Gabriel West and pound of urban fantasy from Misa Izanaki and G.R. Richards. We have a touch of paranormal from Julia Talbot, a dash of BDSM from Sean Michael. Throw in the freshest contemporaries from Lee Benoit, Heidi Champa, Cari Z, Rob Rosen, Emily Moreton, and Kiernan Kelly and we have the hottest, sweetest recipe going. So take a dive into these sticky, gooey, and yes, sweet stories. You won't even need to brush your teeth when you're done.
Buy it here.
Brownies, A Hammer Story
"Let's make brownies," Tanny had said. "How hard can it be? We're not stupid. We can follow instructions."
That had been six hours ago.
Six hours.
A pot of coffee -- half decaf, of course.
Three trips to the grocery story.
A food fight involving throwing melted marshmallows at each other.
And no fewer than four exploding bags -- one flour, one sugar, two mint chocolate chips (those bags were a bitch).
Tanny looked over, wearing only sweatpants, a streak of chocolate crossing his torso. Jim thought his best friend looked stoned, and that made him cackle. High. They were on a sugar high.
"Don't laugh at me." A pecan bounced off the end of his nose. "Asshole."
"Fucker." He grabbed the chocolate syrup jar, aimed, then cracked up again as Tanny opened his mouth.
He got most of the glob in, and Tanny moaned. "God. Did we get it right yet? I mean the brownies."
Jim looked. There were twelve batches with bites taken out of them -- mint chocolate, rocky road, dark chocolate, chocolate pecan, chocolate walnut, cherry chocolate. They were all good.
"Let's try adding coffee."
Tanny clapped. "Mocha brownies! Is there Irish cream?"
"Oh, my God!" Uh-oh. That sounded an awful lot like Marcus.
"Wow. Just... wow." And Master Billy.
Tanny's eyes went wide. "They were supposed to be gone."
Jim nodded. "All day."
January 10, 2011
my god it's monday!
today I am working on
"Do you want more, Adam?"
The simple question was maddening. Should he ask for more? Should he not? So complicated. So much, and he needed.
Matt growled and nipped at his neck. "I want your reactions, Adam, your need. I want you."
"I'm sorry. This is out of my realm of experience." Oliver had never sent him to someone who made him feel this confused.
"Have you never made love before?"
"Of course. Of course I have. I'm not a virgin."
"Do you want more, Adam?"
The simple question was maddening. Should he ask for more? Should he not? So complicated. So much, and he needed.
Matt growled and nipped at his neck. "I want your reactions, Adam, your need. I want you."
"I'm sorry. This is out of my realm of experience." Oliver had never sent him to someone who made him feel this confused.
"Have you never made love before?"
"Of course. Of course I have. I'm not a virgin."
January 7, 2011
Flash Fiction Friday
Tanny looked at Billy. "You're not serious."
Billy had lost his mind. He wasn't doing that.
"Have I ever not been serious?" Billy held up a hand. "When it comes to this kind of thing, I mean."
"I. Billy!"
"What? Surely you've heard of a swing, even if you haven't seen one? I know Oliver puts Jack in one on a regular basis, hasn't Jack ever mentioned it?"
"No way. That's all... And at the club? Everyone'll see my everything!"
"Everyone has already seen your everything," Billy pointed out dryly. "Besides, this is a special swing, custom made by Marcus and he needs someone to display it. He's shown me how everything works and your cock will be encased in leather, your mouth gagged and your ass filled -- the penis gag and plug are both leather and part of the swing. So there will actually be very little 'everything' on display."
How could Billy make it sound so... reasonable, ordinary almost.
"You..." Billy was about to put his 'Sir' voice on, he just knew it.
"Montana." Sure enough, there it was. "I'm not asking, boy."
Tanny's cock jerked, tried to fill in the cage, and he took an involuntary step forward. "Not going to." God, he loved this game.
"You don't have a choice, boy. You'll do it because I say you'll do it." Billy's eyes were hot and there was a wicked tone in his voice. "The reward will be more than worth it."
Tanny couldn't help his smile. He never could. Billy made him happy.
"Make me."
January 5, 2011
Wayback Wednesday
For Wayback Wednesday today I'm featuring Second Sight.
Thirteen years ago, Marc did the right thing and left Pablo so his young lover could have the life he deserved. Now Marc is a successful, sought after artist. And he's blind. Pablo finally finds Marc again, and neither of them is willing to let go this time, so they begin to build a new life together. Second Sight is a moving, emotional story of how young love changes and grows into something that two very different men can share, learning to live their lives again after years of longing for each other, ultimately getting that happy ending they both hoped for so long ago.
buy it here
And congrats to Rena, winner of the contest I ran on the LJ on January 3.
Thirteen years ago, Marc did the right thing and left Pablo so his young lover could have the life he deserved. Now Marc is a successful, sought after artist. And he's blind. Pablo finally finds Marc again, and neither of them is willing to let go this time, so they begin to build a new life together. Second Sight is a moving, emotional story of how young love changes and grows into something that two very different men can share, learning to live their lives again after years of longing for each other, ultimately getting that happy ending they both hoped for so long ago.
buy it here
And congrats to Rena, winner of the contest I ran on the LJ on January 3.
January 3, 2011
My God It's Monday
I'm going to try something new this year. I'm going to have three regular days a week where I post here.
My God It's Monday
Wayback Wednesday
Flash Fiction Friday
Mondays will be random stuff, Wednesdays will be a day to talk about or just pimp something from my back catalog and Friday will be a little bit of fiction of some sort.
Saturday I did my first newsletter of the year. You can join the my newsletter group here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/soapcarvings/join
2010 felt very busy and rushed and I'm hoping that 2011 feels less so. One thing that's the same, though, it's already Monday again and man, Monday is just plain hard.
Here's a little contest -- send me an email at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (no spaces) with Jan 3 contest in the subject line and give me the name of one of my ebooks that you haven't bought yet, but want to. I'll randomly choose a winner from the entries on Wednesday and send them the book they listed.
My God It's Monday
Wayback Wednesday
Flash Fiction Friday
Mondays will be random stuff, Wednesdays will be a day to talk about or just pimp something from my back catalog and Friday will be a little bit of fiction of some sort.
Saturday I did my first newsletter of the year. You can join the my newsletter group here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/soapcarvings/join
2010 felt very busy and rushed and I'm hoping that 2011 feels less so. One thing that's the same, though, it's already Monday again and man, Monday is just plain hard.
Here's a little contest -- send me an email at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (no spaces) with Jan 3 contest in the subject line and give me the name of one of my ebooks that you haven't bought yet, but want to. I'll randomly choose a winner from the entries on Wednesday and send them the book they listed.
December 31, 2010
Happy New Year's Eve!!
Somewhere in the background there was a countdown and cheering as Rock kissed Dick over Rig's body, his cock buried in the sweetest, tightest, hottest, best fucking ass he knew.The sounds Rig was making around Dick's prick only made the whole thing better, hotter. Moaning, he moved faster, giving it to Rig as hard as he could. Dick's mouth tasted like fucking champagne, all sweet and bubbly.
Fuck, they were something. He wanted to do this, right here, for the rest of his fucking life.
They said end your year like you wanted to live it.
Rock was a fucking fan.
Fuck, they were something. He wanted to do this, right here, for the rest of his fucking life.
They said end your year like you wanted to live it.
Rock was a fucking fan.
December 30, 2010
Jack and Oliver
Jack eyed the last drawer with some suspicion.
The first twenty nine had proven to be full of every toy imaginable and he didn't think there was a single spot on his body that hadn't been stimulated in some way. Not that he was complaining, not at all. Oliver had been terribly inventive over the whole thing and Jack felt seen and wanted and loved deep, deep in his bones.
But tomorrow was New Year's Eve and they were going to the Hammer for the big party and he really wanted to be able to enjoy every second of it.
Oliver chuckled softly, hand sliding down his back. "Nervous, my dear?"
Jack shivered and pressed back into Oliver's touch. "A little. You've been so inventive, Master, I can't imagine what could be left."
"No?" Oliver chuckled, lips on the side of his throat. "I did have so much fun, finding your gifts."
He moaned softly and tilted his head, giving his Master more skin to touch. "And using them." God, they hadn't done so much in ages.
"Mmm. Yes, my dear. It's been a glorious holiday."
He turned and wrapped his arms around Oliver's neck, looked into his Master's eyes. "It has been. I love you so much, Oliver. It's kind of overwhelming just how much."
The smile Oliver gave him erased his curiosity about the last gift.
Oliver's kiss erased everything else.
The first twenty nine had proven to be full of every toy imaginable and he didn't think there was a single spot on his body that hadn't been stimulated in some way. Not that he was complaining, not at all. Oliver had been terribly inventive over the whole thing and Jack felt seen and wanted and loved deep, deep in his bones.
But tomorrow was New Year's Eve and they were going to the Hammer for the big party and he really wanted to be able to enjoy every second of it.
Oliver chuckled softly, hand sliding down his back. "Nervous, my dear?"
Jack shivered and pressed back into Oliver's touch. "A little. You've been so inventive, Master, I can't imagine what could be left."
"No?" Oliver chuckled, lips on the side of his throat. "I did have so much fun, finding your gifts."
He moaned softly and tilted his head, giving his Master more skin to touch. "And using them." God, they hadn't done so much in ages.
"Mmm. Yes, my dear. It's been a glorious holiday."
He turned and wrapped his arms around Oliver's neck, looked into his Master's eyes. "It has been. I love you so much, Oliver. It's kind of overwhelming just how much."
The smile Oliver gave him erased his curiosity about the last gift.
Oliver's kiss erased everything else.
December 29, 2010
Jarheads
He had to go to three fucking stores to find black eyed peas.
Three.
Rig was going to kill something.
All he'd wanted was a quick run out. But there was traffic. Crowds. He had a headache. And in fucking Texas he'd have found the damned peas.
He was still snarling when he got home, the dogs coming to greet him at the door. The place smelled... really quite good, actually. Like coffee maybe. And chocolate, and cookies.
He frowned, the tension in his shoulders already releasing. "Y'all? I found them. Finally."
"In here," Dick called from the kitchen. Rock met him at the door with a steaming mug of something that smelled like coffee and chocolate and booze. "Good. The kid made cookies."
"Tell me there's one of those for me."
"This is yours." Rock handed the mug over and Dick offered him a cookie.
More tension slipped away. "Oh. Y'all."
His marines grinned at him and Rock slipped an arm around his waist, Dick did the same around his shoulders and they walked him into the front room. "Dinner's all under control. All you have to do is relax."
"Thank God."
He kissed Dick's cheek, then offered Rock his mouth. "I do love my Marines."
Three.
Rig was going to kill something.
All he'd wanted was a quick run out. But there was traffic. Crowds. He had a headache. And in fucking Texas he'd have found the damned peas.
He was still snarling when he got home, the dogs coming to greet him at the door. The place smelled... really quite good, actually. Like coffee maybe. And chocolate, and cookies.
He frowned, the tension in his shoulders already releasing. "Y'all? I found them. Finally."
"In here," Dick called from the kitchen. Rock met him at the door with a steaming mug of something that smelled like coffee and chocolate and booze. "Good. The kid made cookies."
"Tell me there's one of those for me."
"This is yours." Rock handed the mug over and Dick offered him a cookie.
More tension slipped away. "Oh. Y'all."
His marines grinned at him and Rock slipped an arm around his waist, Dick did the same around his shoulders and they walked him into the front room. "Dinner's all under control. All you have to do is relax."
"Thank God."
He kissed Dick's cheek, then offered Rock his mouth. "I do love my Marines."
Marcus and Jim
(this was supposed to go up yesterday)
Marcus fanned himself with Jim's story. Damn, but it was hot as hell. Not to mention it gave him an idea... or forty.
"Baby!" He called out for his lover who'd handed the story over and disappeared somewhere almost immediately.
"I... Yes? Would you like some coffee?"
"No, baby. Coffee is most definitely not what's on my mind." His voice was little more than a growl.
Jim peeked into the room, green eyes burning. "No? Wine?"
"No, something more salty." He crooked his finger at Jim, and made a come here motion.
Jim stepped forward. "Popcorn?"
"Not even close."
He was going to drive his baby out of his brilliant fucking mind.
And he was going to start with the scene on page eight.
Merry fucking Christmas to them.
"Over my knee and spread. Wide."
Marcus fanned himself with Jim's story. Damn, but it was hot as hell. Not to mention it gave him an idea... or forty.
"Baby!" He called out for his lover who'd handed the story over and disappeared somewhere almost immediately.
"I... Yes? Would you like some coffee?"
"No, baby. Coffee is most definitely not what's on my mind." His voice was little more than a growl.
Jim peeked into the room, green eyes burning. "No? Wine?"
"No, something more salty." He crooked his finger at Jim, and made a come here motion.
Jim stepped forward. "Popcorn?"
"Not even close."
He was going to drive his baby out of his brilliant fucking mind.
And he was going to start with the scene on page eight.
Merry fucking Christmas to them.
"Over my knee and spread. Wide."
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