In the same spirit as Smutty Advent, I've got the Fourteen Days of Valentine going over on my livejournal. There's a new entry every day from February 1 to February 14. Please check it out.
There's a Valentine's Day contest on my webpage -- some silly, sexy toys and two print books. You can find that one here.
I'm also doing a giveaway just for you guys -- send me an email with 'rainbow studio' in the subject line to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) before midnight on February 13, and I'll pick a winner for a $14 gift certificate to Torquere Press on February 14.
I've got a story in an anthology coming out on February 13 called 50 Gays of Shade. It's edited by Kiernan Kelly and it's got bdsm themed short stories by a whole bunch of people, all set in Kiernan's main character's bdsm club.
My story is One for Luck: Garth gives Michael his birthday spanking on the back stage of Shade's BDSM club, and then a more personal gift later in one of the private rooms.
Michael stomped a little on his way up to the door of the Club. He wasn't sure he fucking wanted to be there tonight. The ER had been insane, the doctors snarling, bitching.
And then, just as he was heading home for a long bath and possibly a beer, he'd gotten a message. "I expect you at the club at eight. Don't be late."
That left him in a quandary -- his shift ended at seven and there was no way he could get home, shave and clean up, and not be late. Asshole.
And of course, when he pushed the doors to Shady Business open, the place was fucking busy and everyone was dressed nicely, or you know, in their collar and leash and not much else. Well, if Gar wanted him in something besides scrubs, the asshole could have given him a day's notice.
And who was the first person he ran into as he looked for Gar? Grey fucking Shade himself, owner of the Club and here he was, wearing his bloody scrubs.
"Sir." Fuck. Fuck a Doodle Do.
Grey, tall and intimidating, looked him up and down. "A little underdressed today, wouldn't you say, Michael?"
He counted to twenty. Twice. "I had to make a choice between punctuality and formalwear, Sir."
Shade's lips twitched up into a smile. "You're well-trained, boy."
"Thank you, Sir." If only Garth thought so.
"I'd better walk with you to your master."
"Yes, Sir." Goodie. He swore if Gar was going to ride his ass tonight, he was going to lose his shit.
He followed a half a step behind Shade, the man leading him through the main club to the far side of the place. His mouth opened in surprise as he saw the balloons, a half dozen or so of their friends, and the huge banner that read "Happy birthday, Michael."
He blinked. Looked at Gar. "I forgot."
Chess: En Prise is currently available to pre-order and as of February 11 will be available for download to VIP customers -- ie Total E-Bound customers. It's general release is March 11.
Just when things seem to be at their best, disaster strikes. Will all the men of Chess survive?
It’s the holiday season and Jason is having the best Christmas he can remember in a long time. He’s in love with Rook and settling in with Bishop and Knight, figuring out where he fits and learning to love their appetites. He might even be feeling like he belongs.
Holiday bliss is followed by disaster, though, when Knight is involved in an accident and is hospitalized. Will Jason, Bishop and Rook be able to rally around their lover and each other? Or will the strain put on their relationship tear them all apart?
Follow the moves made by the men of Chess and find out…
So Happy Valentine's Day all -- I hope you have a great one!
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