Did you know that May is the Merry Month of Masturbation?
Well it is!
Check out my livejournal for MMoM ficlets staring the subs and Doms of The Hammer Club.
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything
www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Art and Snowflakes by Sean Michael
First a note about the Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia. I'm taking part this year, and so are nearly 180 others. It's an important message and there's tons of prizes available. You can start at my post and from there click on the link at the bottom to go to the rest.
Now on to Art and Snowflakes. This will be out at Amber Allure on May 26!
Jaxsom tilted his head and lifted his face to the sky, lips open, the flakes falling like icy kisses from the fairies. How pretty. He hadn't been this far north in, what, a decade? More?
He'd taken eight canvasses to Shel and had twelve thousand dollars in his pocket, and had decided, suddenly, to get on a train. Four days later he was at the border, heading up to see the house his mother had been born in, died in.
Weird.
Cool, though.
He really needed to buy a new coat, if he was going to stay more than a couple hours, though.
He sat at the bus stop, looking across the street at the house. Someone had painted it green. A nice green of lily pads and the light falling behind a frog's eyes. Jax approved.
The windows on the second story had blinds down, instead of the curtains. That had been his room -- the bedroom facing the street -- and he'd had dark crimson curtains. He'd loved the way the late afternoon sun poured in and turned his bedroom bloody.
He wanted to go up, knock, see who lived there now, but he couldn't. He knew better. People didn't get it. So he sat and looked, watched as the lights came on inside and the sun went down outside.
God, it was cold.
The bus came lumbering up the street like a large, lazy bear, pulling to a stop in front of him with a low growl and a loud hiss.
He stood up, pondering getting on, watching the people get off, all bundled in their coats. He glanced along the windows, a handsome face catching his gaze. Jax tilted his head. Whoa. That looked like Dave, but older.
Dave... mmm... the man knew how to make him fly.
They'd played hard, once upon a time. Dave had amazing hands, but Jax's art had been calling him and he'd gotten lost, a little bit.
For, like, a decade.
The man on the bus turned his head to look out the window, eyes looking right into his. Dave's eyes. Shockingly blue. Direct. Intense.
His lips parted. Oh. Oh, wow.
Now on to Art and Snowflakes. This will be out at Amber Allure on May 26!
Ten years ago, Jaxsom left town, and his
lover Dave, following his whim and his art through booze and alcohol. Now he's
back, sober, clean, and with a wad of cash in his back pocket from the sale of
a dozen works of art.
A chance meeting with Dave earns him an
invitation back to Dave's place for dinner and one thing leads to another. Now
that Jax is clean, will Dave want to rekindle their romance? And if so, can Jax
find a way to have his art and Dave, too?
Excerpt:
Look
at the snow.
Jaxsom tilted his head and lifted his face to the sky, lips open, the flakes falling like icy kisses from the fairies. How pretty. He hadn't been this far north in, what, a decade? More?
He'd taken eight canvasses to Shel and had twelve thousand dollars in his pocket, and had decided, suddenly, to get on a train. Four days later he was at the border, heading up to see the house his mother had been born in, died in.
Weird.
Cool, though.
He really needed to buy a new coat, if he was going to stay more than a couple hours, though.
He sat at the bus stop, looking across the street at the house. Someone had painted it green. A nice green of lily pads and the light falling behind a frog's eyes. Jax approved.
The windows on the second story had blinds down, instead of the curtains. That had been his room -- the bedroom facing the street -- and he'd had dark crimson curtains. He'd loved the way the late afternoon sun poured in and turned his bedroom bloody.
He wanted to go up, knock, see who lived there now, but he couldn't. He knew better. People didn't get it. So he sat and looked, watched as the lights came on inside and the sun went down outside.
God, it was cold.
The bus came lumbering up the street like a large, lazy bear, pulling to a stop in front of him with a low growl and a loud hiss.
He stood up, pondering getting on, watching the people get off, all bundled in their coats. He glanced along the windows, a handsome face catching his gaze. Jax tilted his head. Whoa. That looked like Dave, but older.
Dave... mmm... the man knew how to make him fly.
They'd played hard, once upon a time. Dave had amazing hands, but Jax's art had been calling him and he'd gotten lost, a little bit.
For, like, a decade.
The man on the bus turned his head to look out the window, eyes looking right into his. Dave's eyes. Shockingly blue. Direct. Intense.
His lips parted. Oh. Oh, wow.
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything
www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Dragon Shifters!
I have Dragon Shifters! And they'll be available this week -- Wednesday from Torquere Press.
He could feel the heat of the sun as it rose, though, burning off the clouds, and he knew the day was starting in earnest; and while he didn't really care if he angered the dragon council by not showing up on time for his first day as director of the Dragon-Human Relations Department, he did care about having to stand through another four- or five-hour lecture on the subject.
The council had some long-winded bastards sitting on it. Grunk could vouch for that.
He circled his way into the city, trying to ignore the way the air always felt different here than it did back home at his cave deep in the mountains. Everything was fresh and cold in the mountains, the patterns of the wind easy to predict, warm streams of air coming naturally from the different levels in the ground below. In the city there was nothing but heat and updrafts, the air smelling of humans and buildings, of steel and concrete.
He shifted, never as at ease as a human as when in his dragon form. The change itself was easy enough, for all he didn't do it very often, but he was more sensitive to the weather in this form, his ears and eyes didn't work as well, and he didn't like feeling small. Though, he had been told that he was large for a human.
It seemed to take forever to get the shirt on, the buttons feeling impossibly small to his fingers. When he finally got it all on, the suit fit well enough, even if the tie felt like it was going to strangle this shit out of him. Who on this green earth had decided that these things were a good idea? Surely even humans found the tie uncomfortable, if not the rest of the outfit. He felt like a youngling, playing dress-up.
He ran his fingers through his hair -- because the humans were uptight about things like having one's hair lying flat against one's head and not having dirt smudges on one's face -- and headed to the elevator where he took the moving box to the thirteenth floor. He didn't like the moving boxes -- flying was so much more efficient -- but apparently flying in and out of windows was frowned upon in the city.
Joy.
Hand on the door now, Grunk sighed and turned the handle into his new prison. Bright eyes -- blue, then green, then violet -- flashed at him, a lovely, little lean lad staring at him from a seat behind a little desk, his long white hair flowing feely. "Good morning?"
Grunk was utterly surprised. Maybe the job was already filled, and this had all been a giant hoax, a joke with him as the butt.
What? A dragon could dream.
Having annoyed
the council, Grunk is assigned the job of Director of Human/Dragon Relations.
Unfortunately for Grunk, he hates the city, he'd rather be in his dragon form
than his human one, and he already hates the job even though its only his first
day.
Then he meets
his assistant, Kyfan, and he's instantly smitten. When he finds out that Kyfan
has never really flown and rarely spends any time in his dragon form, Grunk is
shocked and insists on changing that, immediately. After all, flying with the
lovely Kyfan's way better than sitting behind his desk in his office.
It turns out
that Kyfan is a lovely little dragon and once they've flown together, Grunk
knows that they share a bond and he prepares to make his claim. The fact that
it's going to annoy the council is only a bonus.
Excerpt:
Grunk
let the early morning updrafts lift him into the clouds, the vapor wetting his
scales as he went through the white haze. For a while he drifted within the mist,
flying blind and free, letting the wind take him where it would.
He could feel the heat of the sun as it rose, though, burning off the clouds, and he knew the day was starting in earnest; and while he didn't really care if he angered the dragon council by not showing up on time for his first day as director of the Dragon-Human Relations Department, he did care about having to stand through another four- or five-hour lecture on the subject.
The council had some long-winded bastards sitting on it. Grunk could vouch for that.
He circled his way into the city, trying to ignore the way the air always felt different here than it did back home at his cave deep in the mountains. Everything was fresh and cold in the mountains, the patterns of the wind easy to predict, warm streams of air coming naturally from the different levels in the ground below. In the city there was nothing but heat and updrafts, the air smelling of humans and buildings, of steel and concrete.
Eventually
he made his way to the tall government building housing his department and landed
on the roof, his clawed feet barely making a sound as he settled. He was a
dragon through and through, and could be surprisingly agile and easy on his
feet for all his size in his natural form.
He shifted, never as at ease as a human as when in his dragon form. The change itself was easy enough, for all he didn't do it very often, but he was more sensitive to the weather in this form, his ears and eyes didn't work as well, and he didn't like feeling small. Though, he had been told that he was large for a human.
Moving
into the changing room on the roof, he found his locker and the suit -- Jesus,
a suit including the fucking tie, was there no end to this indignity? -- left
there for him. He pulled it out and looked at it for a long moment, seriously
contemplating going back out to the roof, shifting, and taking off back to his
beloved mountains.
He
didn't.
It seemed to take forever to get the shirt on, the buttons feeling impossibly small to his fingers. When he finally got it all on, the suit fit well enough, even if the tie felt like it was going to strangle this shit out of him. Who on this green earth had decided that these things were a good idea? Surely even humans found the tie uncomfortable, if not the rest of the outfit. He felt like a youngling, playing dress-up.
He ran his fingers through his hair -- because the humans were uptight about things like having one's hair lying flat against one's head and not having dirt smudges on one's face -- and headed to the elevator where he took the moving box to the thirteenth floor. He didn't like the moving boxes -- flying was so much more efficient -- but apparently flying in and out of windows was frowned upon in the city.
Once
on the thirteenth floor, it was easy enough to find his office given his name
was on the door: Grunkavaliavianstadriastusalimanitak, Director Human/Dragon
Relations.
Joy.
Hand on the door now, Grunk sighed and turned the handle into his new prison. Bright eyes -- blue, then green, then violet -- flashed at him, a lovely, little lean lad staring at him from a seat behind a little desk, his long white hair flowing feely. "Good morning?"
Grunk was utterly surprised. Maybe the job was already filled, and this had all been a giant hoax, a joke with him as the butt.
What? A dragon could dream.
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything
www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Do a little dance
Okay, so mainly my boys would rather make a little love and get down
Y'all, I'll be honest. I'm traveling. I'm exhausted. I'm not organized enough to have done a pre-post write-up. I do have a book coming out from Changeling Press this month, called Opportunity Knocks. It's a m/m demon lover story, born of the flash fiction challenges on the Changeling website. Smokin' hot and spanky.
Will you go check it out?
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2045
XXOO
Julia
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
We Made His-story! The First MM Panel at RT.
I'm Tara Lain. I write the Beautiful Boys of Romance. Just a few days ago, at the RT Booklovers Convention in Kansas City, i was honored to be one of the panelists on the first ever MM romance workshop to be held at RT. The panel, called Man Oh Man! Why Woman Love MM Romance, was chaired by the fab Belinda McBride, and included the amazing Amy Lane, Damon Suede, and Z.A. Maxfield. The panel was well covered in the USA Today Happy Ever After Blog. Take a look -- http://www.usatoday.com/story/happyeverafter/2013/05/04/rt-booklovers-convention-2013/2134535/
Designed for readers who might be curious about the genre, we found that most of the packed house were readers who had already read MM romances and came to show support--and maybe to help them figure out why they liked it so much! LOL
In our panel we talked about that very thing. Here were some of the points:
- While MF romance tends to have clearly defined gender roles, MM doesn't which is fun and flexible for both the reader and the writer
- The flexibility of MM relationships allows the writer to bend gender as i do often in my books and explore the power of the androgynous
- Male archetypes, when brought together, can create a mighty clash. Watching them try to smooth that warring spirit in order to find an HEA makes for a great story
- We didn't discuss this at the workshop, but another thought I considered later is that most MF romances have a lot of biological and procreative imperative. Two men have no such imperative so the relationship is more about choice which is inherently romantic.
- Of course, there's also the fact that woman love men and two is better. LOL
As you may know, MM romance is breaking out of it's confines and springing into the mainstream. J. R. Ward's new book which includes a MM couple is just a tiny tip of the iceberg. Publishers who have never considered MM before are asking authors for submissions. It's an exciting time and promising future for all of us who read and write under the Rainbow!
Are you active in social media? Just for fun, i thought i'd post a bunch of my contacts. Maybe we can chat. Thanks so much for coming by. : )
E-mail:
tara@taralain.com
Website: http://www.taralain.com
Author blog: http://taralain.blogspot.com
Book blog: http://beautifulboysbooks.blogspot.com
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/taralain/
Twitter:
http://twitter.com/taralain
FB Page: http://www.facebook.com/taralain
The Rose and Thorne Series by Sean Michael
So a while back, I was smutting along, writing Shibari Auction House: Ben.
The boys from SAH: Ben went to a tattoo parlour to get a double piercing for Ben in one of his nipples and it was hot and it was kinky and going along just fine. Then Ben met the two men who own and run the tatttoo parlour. Rose, a big stud of a man, and Thorne, a little skinny guy. And Rose is the sub. Ben was intrigued. So was I ;)
How fun to write a quick little short story featuring them. Maybe the two of them going home and having hot, kinky sex after the they finish out their shifts on the day Ben and Lukas go in. So I write the story and that's that, right?
Only, it wasn't.
Rose and Thorne insisted I write their beginning. Being the accommodating sort (at least when it comes to the men who live in my head -- I've learned it's dangerous if I'm not) I went ahead and wrote their beginning. Every Rose Has His Thorne (I'll admit to being a bit of a pun slut when it comes to titles. Titling books is one of the hardest things about writing them - for me, anyway - so if a pun comes to mind first, that's often what's gonna go in the title).
There we go, I thought. They've had their beginning now, along with their short, smutty story. Only, you know that wasn't the end of it. Before I knew it, I had three novellas along with the short, smutty story written featuring Rose and Thorne.
Tending to Rose is now out!
Rose and Thorne are back, taking their relationship to the next level, even if Rose thinks Thorne's a little crazy for the lifestyle he wants to lead.
As Rose gears up for competitive bodybuilding, Thorne worries about what Rose is doing to his body. When Rose passes out after the competition, Thorne knows he's right to worry and he's determined to make sure Rose never does anything like it again.
Rose wants to contribute, though, especially when he finds out Thorne wants to open his own tattoo and piercing parlor. Can Thorne convince his lover that Rose is worth more to him than any purse Rose could win, and that what they do in the bedroom is not only not weird, but nobody's business but their own?
Excerpt:
The third novella in the Rose and Thorne Series -- Keeping Sir Thorne -- and the short smutty story -- Swinging Along -- will be out later this year.
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything
www.seanmichaelwritse.com
The boys from SAH: Ben went to a tattoo parlour to get a double piercing for Ben in one of his nipples and it was hot and it was kinky and going along just fine. Then Ben met the two men who own and run the tatttoo parlour. Rose, a big stud of a man, and Thorne, a little skinny guy. And Rose is the sub. Ben was intrigued. So was I ;)
How fun to write a quick little short story featuring them. Maybe the two of them going home and having hot, kinky sex after the they finish out their shifts on the day Ben and Lukas go in. So I write the story and that's that, right?
Only, it wasn't.
Rose and Thorne insisted I write their beginning. Being the accommodating sort (at least when it comes to the men who live in my head -- I've learned it's dangerous if I'm not) I went ahead and wrote their beginning. Every Rose Has His Thorne (I'll admit to being a bit of a pun slut when it comes to titles. Titling books is one of the hardest things about writing them - for me, anyway - so if a pun comes to mind first, that's often what's gonna go in the title).
There we go, I thought. They've had their beginning now, along with their short, smutty story. Only, you know that wasn't the end of it. Before I knew it, I had three novellas along with the short, smutty story written featuring Rose and Thorne.
Tending to Rose is now out!
Rose and Thorne are back, taking their relationship to the next level, even if Rose thinks Thorne's a little crazy for the lifestyle he wants to lead.
As Rose gears up for competitive bodybuilding, Thorne worries about what Rose is doing to his body. When Rose passes out after the competition, Thorne knows he's right to worry and he's determined to make sure Rose never does anything like it again.
Rose wants to contribute, though, especially when he finds out Thorne wants to open his own tattoo and piercing parlor. Can Thorne convince his lover that Rose is worth more to him than any purse Rose could win, and that what they do in the bedroom is not only not weird, but nobody's business but their own?
Excerpt:
Thorne took Rosie home to his place after
the competition. Rosie’d won, but his lover was almost not there, a vacant look
in his eyes. Rose was running on fumes, and Thorne was just plain fuming. Rose was
killing himself for this. Oh, Rosie’d won; the man was stunning, a full-on
stud. Of course that had been true before the crazy body-training, too.
“We’re here,” Thorne said softly as the taxi
pulled up in front of his place. He paid the fare and nudged Rosie, speaking a
little louder. “We’re here, Rosie. Time to get out of the cab.”
“Yeah.” Rosie was drunk, the only thing he’d
ingested in thirty-six hours was wine.
He smacked Rosie’s face gently. “I can’t
carry you.”
“I know! Damn, you’d think you’d be happy
for me!” Rose growled and started moving like a lumbering bear.
“I’d be happier if you weren’t nearly dead
on your feet.” Thorne put himself under Rose’
arm, keeping him moving.
“I won, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Rosie, you won the money.” As far as
he was concerned, Rosie was losing the battle with his body, though.
“Okay, then.” Rose made it in and collapsed
on the couch with a thud.
“Christ.” Thorne took Rosie’s face between
his hands. “I’m going to get you some water, okay?”
“Mmm.”
Thorne hadn’t known what these guys did to
themselves. He wasn’t letting Rosie do this again, either. Rose was going to
kill himself if it continued, and that so wasn’t going to happen.
Thorne got a large glass and filled it with
water and then dug through one of the cupboards, finding a couple of granola
bars. He brought those out, too. They weren’t steak and potatoes, but they’d do
as a start. He went back into the living room.
Rose was on the floor, legs up on the sofa,
calf muscles visibly cramped. Tears streaked his
face as he writhed.
“Christ. Rosie.” Thorne went to sit on the
sofa, grabbing a calf in each hand and squeezing, warming and working the poor
muscles.
“Please. Oh, fuck. Please.”
“Shh. Shh, Rosie. I’ve got you. We’ll get
these cramps sorted out. And then you’re going to eat and drink and take
vitamins and stop this madness.” He could talk sense and massage at the same
time. He dug his fingers in deeper.
Rose was like stone, the muscles so hard
they scared him.
Thorne let one leg rest in his lap and
concentrated on the other one with both hands. “You need to relax for me,
Rosie. Breathe in slowly, and then out. And don’t think, just let everything
go.”
Rosie moaned, nodded, eyes closing.
“Put yourself somewhere else. Tell you what
-- remember our first night together? You remember me taking command, taking
control and putting my whole hand in you?”
“Thorne...” Mmm. That was a good memory.
“Remember it, Rosie. Remember and feel it
and hold onto it.”
Rosie’s body would remember that he was in
charge and would ease for him. Damn it.
“I’d never...” The calf began to relax.
“I know. And you never will let anyone else
do it. That’s ours.” He kept working that poor muscle, insisting it let go
completely.
“Ours.” Rosie groaned. “Oh, God. Thank you.
The other one? Please?”
The third novella in the Rose and Thorne Series -- Keeping Sir Thorne -- and the short smutty story -- Swinging Along -- will be out later this year.
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything
www.seanmichaelwritse.com
Monday, May 6, 2013
Total-E-Bound Publishing – The hottest books from the coolest publisher
You can now get your releases on a
Friday instead of a Monday! So you can read the hottest books over the weekend!
We hope you've been working out during
spring, and by working out we mean indulging in plenty of exciting caloritious
past times, did you know sex can burn up to 200 calories? So forget the diets,
pick up our new releases and enjoy a guilt free litergasmic fantasy.
As Europe’s leading publisher of erotic
romance, we offer “pure unadulterated escapism” for today’s modern reader. We
work with both well-loved authors and new, exciting writers to bring you the
steamiest titles each week.
Getting you all hot and bothered at the
beginning of May, we are releasing our single titles from the Promoted by the Billionaire anthology. Six gay male/male stories
all about the high life. But what's money without love?
Our next Classic The Legend of Sleepy Hollow is also being released May 3rd.
There
is terror at every turn in the mysterious Sleepy Hollow—but there is also
plenty of lustful frolicking. Can three lovers thwart the legendary Headless
Horseman to be together forever?
Also,
why not come and join our new group on Goodreads where we will be sharing everything to do with Total-E-Bound and all
the must-know gossip!
Keep track of what we have going on, new
releases, events and promotions by visiting us: www.total-e-bound.com
Coming up in May...
Behind Iron Lace by Mercy
Celeste
League of Love #5: Emily's Cowboy by Donna
Gallagher
McKingley #2: The Best Thing Yet by Aliyah
Burke & McKenna Jeffries
Food of Love #3: Close Harmony by Justine
Elyot
Passing the Torch by Maxine
Marsh
International Men of Sports #1: A Sticky
Wicket in Bollywood by TA Chase &
Devon Rhodes
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington
Irving & Morticia Knight
Hidden Magic #1: William's House by Amber
Kell
The Agency #6: Unearthed Treasure by Elizabeth
Lapthorne
Were Chronicles #6: Pack Mates by Crissy
Smith
Kiss of the White Wolf by Cassidy
Ryan
Vaulting by Megan
Slayer
Flowers for Him by Marie
Sexton & Rowan Speedwell
Vital to Him by SL
Majors
Yes, Forever: Part Three by Bailey
Bradford
A Digital Prison by Lavinia
Black
To See the Sky by LM
Brown
Fly to Him by JP
Bowie
Enough for Him by Em
Woods
The Wild Irish Wolves #1: The Wolf on
the Hill by Jorja
Lovett
Blink of an Eye by Keira
Ramsay
Breaking the Devil by Bailey
Bradford
Ellery Mountain #3: The Carpenter and
The Actor by RJ
Scott
Home: 5: Home Sweet Home by TA
Chase
Campus Cravings #17: Watch Me by Carol
Lynne
Huntress Chronicles #1: A Demon in
Dallas by Amy
Armstrong
Blame the Wine by Imogene
Nix
Surrendered to Him by Sara
York
Designs for Him by Noelle
Keaton
Yes, Forever: Part Four by Bailey
Bradford
Three's a Cruise by Becca
Jameson
Mercenary Love #3: Teasing Jonathan by Amber
Kell
The Borders War #1: One Breath, One
Bullet by SA
McAuley
Love's Command #2: Safe in His Arms by Billi
Jean
Rajasthani Moon by Lisabet
Sarai
A Lesser Evil by EM
Lynley
The Art of Pleasure by Ella
Laurance
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