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August 25, 2015
Guest Post: Sean Michael
Thank you, BA for letting me take over your blog to share my latest book from Amber Allure with your readers. I hope they all like smut, because you know that my excerpt is going to have some in it!
This book is a part of the “To Love a Hero” AMBERPAX collection and when I saw the military theme, I knew right away I wanted to write a story for it. I was suddenly itching to write a soldier again and James immediately presented himself, front and center, to be that man.
He’s an amputee – lost his arm from just below the shoulder when he saved the rest of his squad by jumping on a bomb. Now that’s a hero.
Unfortunately he doesn’t get a hero’s welcome when he gets out of the hospital – the man he’d been with for seven years has replaced him with another man and was too chicken-shit to let James know while he was still in the hospital. So James finds himself in front of an old platoon buddy’s beach house, pleased that at least someone has his back.
So yeah, not only did I get to write a soldier, I got to write two! And I got to put them together. Yum!
I hope you like this one.
Blurb: When he arrives home from a long stint in the hospital after losing his right arm to an IED blast, Sergeant James Miller certainly doesn’t expect his keys not to work and a strange man answering his door, only to learn his boyfriend has dumped him. Yet that’s exactly what happens, and James is just happy that he can count on his old platoon buddy to have his back, and a spare bedroom he can use until he gets on his feet.
Horace Grundy the third—“Horse” to anyone who doesn’t want to get his butt kicked—is retired and has a tidy house on the beach that he calls home. The place isn’t big, but he figures there is plenty of room for James, even if he has always fancied the man.
Thankfully, the two of them fit together well, and soon the roommates become more. But James’s past isn’t ready to let go of him yet, and the new lovers are caught off-guard when James’s ex-boyfriend suddenly reappears in his life. Can James and Horse’s new relationship weather the storm?
Buy link: http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/224...
Smutty excerpt:
“Gotta get you ready,” Horse told him, voice rough with need.
“Oh, fuck yes. This okay?” He wasn’t sure he knew how to do hands and knees without his arm.
“Yeah, I want to see your face while I do you.”
“Cool.” James spread himself wide.
“Love that you’re eager.” Slicking up his fingers, Horse shifted to kneel between his legs.
“I’m not ashamed of what I need.” He’d done that already, learned all that being ashamed could teach him.
“Good. I’m not either. I’m not ashamed of anything about you.” Horse pushed a finger into him. Horse’s eyes rolled. “Fuck, baby. You’re tight. Gonna feel so good around me.”
James hoped so.
Horse finger-fucked him with the single digit, eyes boring into him and James began to move, rocking against that touch.
“That’s it, baby, you know how to take what you want.” Horse pushed a second finger into him.
His lips parted, and James took that finger, too, knowing he’d need one more to take Horse’s cock. Horse spread his fingers, closed them together again, pushed them deep. Electricity slammed up James’ spine. Yes. Fuck, yes.
Horse pushed his fingers in again. “Oh yeah, that’s what you need.”
James nodded and wetted his lips, his head spinning. That third finger he needed pushed into him, stretching him farther as Horse moved slow and easy.
James groaned. “Good. Good, good. Jesus, man.”
Satisfaction was a good look on Horse.
The three fingers inside James stretched wide, opening him up even more.
“Soon. Soon it’ll be your cock.” James couldn’t wait.
“That’s right, baby. Soon.” Horse found his gland again, pressing it firmly.
James damn near shot up, the sensation making his whole body curl. Horse nudged it a few more times, making him shout. Then Horse’s fingers slid away. James couldn’t have stopped the protesting moan if he’d tried.
“I’m not going to leave you hanging,” Horse promised.
“Uh-huh.” He just wanted it.
Horse gloved up and settled between his legs again, tugging his ass down a little. James looked into Horse’s warm, dark eyes and Horse stared right back.
Grabbing his legs, Horse draped James’ ankles over broad shoulders and began to push into him. The heavy head spread James, stretching him without a bit of hesitation. Horse didn’t stop, didn’t speed up, simply continued pushing forward, filling him up. James took and took, accepting every inch. His legs were pressed back against his torso as Horse leaned into him, the thick cock finally stopping once Horse was all the way in.
“Fuck. So tight.” Horse panted softly.
James was full, filled to the brim.
Turning his head, Horse kissed his the side of his knee, then began to move again.
Sean MichaelSmut fixes everything
http://seanmichaelwrites.blogspot.ca/
August 24, 2015
Cover Reveal!
COMING IN OCTOBER FROM TORQUERE PRESS!
August 23, 2015
What I'm Working on this Week
Refired in editsMidnight Rodeo in editsPicking Roses in rewritesAce & Kitty in editsOdd Wolf Out in edits At beta:nothing At proofing:Boys in the BandNeeding to Breathe Subbed:nothing Next week's plan?WRITE ALL THE WORDS!
August 21, 2015
Me and my Parents
So, it’s sort of common knowledge that I’m a daddy’s girl. It’s a thing. He’s my hero and it doesn’t matter how our relationship goes, he always will be. Don’t get me wrong, we used to fight like animals and he can still hurt my feelings faster than anyone else, but that’s life, isn’t it?
My mom and I spend hours on the phone jabbering, we’re both endlessly crafty and there’s always something to talk about. She’s my biggest cheerleader and I can always count on her to talk me down from whatever hysterical ledge I’m walking. (If I had a nickel for every time I heard, “stop crying, you’ll just make yourself sick” I’d be rich.)
I talk to both my parents weekly, at least. It’s a thing. The older I get, the more I need those phone calls, because usually now they’re just normal stuff — how’s the construction business, how’re the dogs, I love you, are you eating okay, etc. It’s important.
My wife tells me I’m a perfect mixture of both of them. I have my daddy’s practicality and ability to simply not give a shit, my mother’s creativity and need to have something to do all the time. Daddy’s ambition, Moma’s wits. Both parents gave me the work ethic, the reading bug, and the love of chatter. I get the OCD from Daddy’s side, the weird need for schedule from Mother. Moma is to blame for my obsession with all things musical and she’s where I get all my weird faces (and the chin — the chin is hers). Daddy is a huge bird watcher and a consummate story teller and he’s to blame for the nose. No one knows where my temper comes from (I get icy cold and cutting, both my parents are hot tempered).
*grins*
That’s me. A mixture of both of them.
Much love, y’all.
BA
August 20, 2015
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On Pre-Order Now
Just released from the military, wounded warrior Eric Tremaine is trying to put his life back together like the doctors reassembled his shattered leg. He’s a man with no home, since his Louisiana family rejected him, so Eric winds up in Texas with his old Army buddy, Adam Winchester, and his lover, Sage.
When Eric decides to stop sitting on his ass feeling sorry for himself, he is introduced to trainer Troy Daniels, who lost both his legs in a teenage accident. Troy knows what it’s like to feel as if your body is your enemy. While Eric and Troy have a bumpy start, they soon find enough common ground to make a friendship, if not more. But taking it to the next level means finding out what they have to offer each other, and the world, before they can trust that the love they find together won't cause more pain than pleasure.
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6815
Just released from the military, wounded warrior Eric Tremaine is trying to put his life back together like the doctors reassembled his shattered leg. He’s a man with no home, since his Louisiana family rejected him, so Eric winds up in Texas with his old Army buddy, Adam Winchester, and his lover, Sage.
When Eric decides to stop sitting on his ass feeling sorry for himself, he is introduced to trainer Troy Daniels, who lost both his legs in a teenage accident. Troy knows what it’s like to feel as if your body is your enemy. While Eric and Troy have a bumpy start, they soon find enough common ground to make a friendship, if not more. But taking it to the next level means finding out what they have to offer each other, and the world, before they can trust that the love they find together won't cause more pain than pleasure.
August 17, 2015
Weekends Are Too Short
You know, sometimes I sit here and stare at my blog and go...
Words?
Do I know any words?
I’m not sure I do today. I don’t have any fab stories and I had one of those normal weekends — errands and crafting and cleaning and suddenly it was Sunday night and I wasn’t sure what happened exactly.
I mean… Saturday I finished cleaning the garage and we sorted the guest room closet and moved furniture and unpacked all the keepsakes and watched The Cube and wrote a couple thousand words and made grocery lists. Then Sunday we walked and had coffee and organized our week. Then Target, groceries (just chicken and salad because OMG THE HOT) and then we warped the loom, I talked to Mother and Daddy both on the phone, we cleaned up, I set up the fans we bought and then I dyed some fabric and did laundry and plotted a novel and dyed some yarn and read a magazine and did laundry.
Now it’s Monday.
O.o
*grins*
Yeah.
Weekends should have one more day in them.
Much love, y’all,
BA
August 16, 2015
What I'm Working on this Week
Refired in edits
Needing to Breathe in editsMidnight Rodeo in editsAnd a Smile in editsPicking Roses in rewritesAce & Kitty in editsOdd Wolf Out in edits At beta:nothing At proofing:City/CountryBoys in the BandAnd a Smile Subbed:nothing Next week's plan?WRITE ALL THE WORDS!
August 14, 2015
A Julia Story
So, I met my wife online. I know *so* original, but true. I also met my best friend there.
At any rate, we started out as critique partners in fan fiction, then we wrote together and chatted for hours (as one does). We’d been a couple for… 2 years and a month before we met in person.
A little less than a year after that in person meet, we moved in together.
You want to talk about complicated and scary and intense? OMG, y’all. I could tell some stories that would curl your hair.
Today’s story is not hair raising, however. Today is the story of when we knew, 100%, that we were meant to be together.
In 2007 we were going to attend the RWA convention in Atlanta. We flew in a few days early, we drove (through the worst rainstorm ever — it was like Houston) to Clemson to see all her family. Then we drove back to Atlanta only to discover that 1. I’d gotten the date wrong and we were supposed to be there the day before and the hotel had cancelled our reservations and there were no hotel rooms to be found and 2. that all the people that had been very nice and welcoming of the Big Gay online proved to be… uh… less so in person.
Now. how did we know that this was it? This was the Real Thing?
Even though this whole hotel debacle was TOTALLY my fault. Even though we had 4 days before we could fly home and we had no intention, after the first day of hysterical awful, of staying at the con --
Not once did we turn on each other.
We became the Queens of You and Me Against the World.
We banded together and became — in this one awful experience — an US.
That has never changed. We’re a matched set and we have each other’s backs, no matter what.
Damn, I’m lucky.
Much love, y’all.
BA
