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Underground: Special Teams winner!

Congratulations to Veronique C., winner of a copy of Underground: Special Teams.

 
Thanks to everyone who came out to spend Saturday at the release party!

 

 

Sean Michael

smut fixes everything – www.seanmichaelwrites.com

Underground: Special Teams by Sean Michael (M/M Adult excerpt)

As promised, here’s an adult excerpt of Underground: Special Teams.

 

When Hunter Simms goes undercover at an underground BDSM party, the last thing he expects to see is SWAT’s leading shooter Keifer Magnessen bound, gagged, plugged and very naked. He is immediately drawn to Keifer, and wants to get to know his fellow cop better. Much better.

With such a high stress job, Keifer needs to give up control on his down time in order to decompress, but it’s a secret he holds close to his vest. So, when Hunter walks into his chosen place to submit, he tries to cut and run. Lucky for him, Hunter is shrewd, persistent and quite possibly just the Dom that Keifer needs.

Can these two strong men find a way to make their personal lives mesh?

This will be available on September 17 at Torquere Press and other distributors.

 

Adult Excerpt

Keifer led him to a room that in most homes would be the living room. This wasn’t a bachelor pad, though. It was a training salle. Keifer was clearly all about work and making himself fit for it. No wonder he needed the outlet BDSM gave him.

They got down to it, Hunter finding himself distracted a fair bit by Keifer’s amazing little body. Keifer hit the floor, pumping out one push up after another, like a machine. Hunter did some sit ups. He was in good shape, but Keifer made him look like a slacker.

It was unnatural, the way the man worked — it felt like abuse, somehow. Like violence. Hunter didn’t even try to keep up, just did his own thing at his own pace.

Keifer started the sit ups next, rolling up, tanned skin turning bright red. Christ, look at that. Hunter wanted to bury himself in there. He hoped like hell Keifer would be amenable to at least a trial run as his sub. If not, he would just have to convince the man.

When Keifer grabbed the pull-up bar and started doing leg lifts, Hunt considered just dying of pure need. This noise came out of him, his prick pushing hard at his underwear.

“You okay, man?”

He debated for half a second, then decided there was no reason to hide his reaction to Keifer. “Yeah, just really fucking turned on.”

Keifer chuckled softly. “Perv.”

“You would be, too, if you saw the view from where I’m sitting.”

Keif dangled, swaying from the bar. “Not in bad shape, hrm?”

“You’re a fucking stud and you know it.”

“Yeah. I work hard.” Keifer eased himself down onto his feet, skin glistening.

“Well, it’s sexy as hell.” Standing, he went to Keifer and touched the tempting skin.

The tiny nipples were a bit bruised from the clamps from last night, still swollen. Hunter slid his fingers over them; they were hotter than the rest of Keifer’s skin.

“No touching.” Keif’s reactions didn’t match the words, though.

“How are we going to achieve the orgasms portion of the plan without touching?” He dragged his fingers down over Keif’s magnificent abs.

He watched as Keif arched, eyes closing. “Who said we were sharing?”

That one was easy. “Your body. Just now.”

“Paying attention,” muttered Keif.

Like Hunter was having to work at that. “To every move you make.”

Hunt stepped forward, his bare belly touching Keif’s. Oh, hot. Groaning, he put his fingers beneath Keif’s chin and tilted it, taking a kiss. He didn’t bother to ask it Keif kissed or not, because, goddamn it, this man deserved kisses.

His lips pressed against Keif’s, his tongue pushing in, demanding to be let in. It surprised him when Keif kissed him back, fought for control of their kiss. He didn’t let Keif take it, though, his tongue pushing into Keif’s mouth. Keif tasted of mint and salt and a hint of desperation.

Sliding his hand down, Hunter grabbed Keif’s ass. Keifer reached between them, dragging Hunter’s tightie-whities down with a jerk. He returned the favor, tugging down Keif’s sweats, and their cocks bounced, almost slapping together.

Hunter chuckled roughly. “Eager.”

“You complaining?”

“I meant both of us, Keif.”

The little hint of surprise that flashed through Keif’s eyes proved his words hit home.

Bringing their mouths back together, he kissed Keif again, rubbing their bodies. Keif whimpered softly, the sound of male hunger ringing out. Groaning, he grabbed hold of Keif’s tongue with his lips, sucking on it, and this time the whimpers filled his mouth.

Someone needed, big time. His fingers dug in, hard enough to leave bruises, and he pushed Keif back up to the wall.

Their bodies found a rhythm, strong and steady. The thump of Keif’s ass against the wall was addictive. Keifer was making him work for it, fighting every second almost happily. Hunt fought back, though, keeping in control and giving them both what they needed.

He bit Keifer’s bottom lip, tugging it hard. His hips slammed them together at the same time, and he pinched at one sensitized nipple. Keif’s eyes went wide, the look fiery. Oh, yeah.

 

Sean Michael

smut fixes everything – www.seanmichaelwrites.com

Beer & Clay: Malting by Sean Michael

I just recently received a lovely review from Long and Short Reviews for Malting and it made me want to cheer for the book. I’m currently working on the follow-up and expect it to be out in spring 2015.

Sometimes unpredictable is exactly what’s needed, but can Corner Pub owner Damon convince shy Thursday night regular Toby of that?

Damon loves his life—his bar, his employees and his beer. He especially loves Thursdays. That’s when the mysterious little red-head dances into his bar, drinks two honey wheat brews, and flits right back out.

Toby’s comfortable. He has a good job, great friends, and he gets paid to do what he loves—sculpt. His life is great, if a little predictable. And if he secretly wears a plug to Corner Pub every Thursday, well…that’s nobody’s business but his.

But when Toby meets Damon, his predictable little life flies right out the window. Damon shows him the big, wide world of the Dom/sub lifestyle, plugs and piercings, and teaches him that maybe, unpredictable is exactly what Toby needed all along.

Pick up Malting at Totally Bound, Amazon or All Romance Ebooks.

 

Sean Michael

smut fixes everything – www.seanmichaelwrites.com

 

Sean Michael Blogs

I finally made the move from Livejournal to Blogger and hope to get into the habit of blogging more regularly. At the moment there’s a lone post there announcing the change, but hopefully I’ll get my blogger on and fill it up.

You can find “Sean Michael Blogs” here.

Any suggestions on what you would like to see on my new blog will be taken under consideration!

 

Sean Michael

smut fixes everything – http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com

Bruised by Sean Michael, available for pre-order!

Totally Bound have reprinted Bruised for me! Johnson and Billy are hot hot hot, even if I do say so myself. Their song was Hurt so Good – I swear I heard it playing in my head the entire time I wrote them. I still do whenever I type out the book title.

It’s currently available to pre-order at Totally Bound and will be available there for early down load on September 19, and for general release on October 17).

They did a yummy new cover for it!

 

Johnson and Billy come from different parts of the country, different backgrounds and different places in their lives. Maybe different is exactly what they both need.
Johnson figures it’s got to be a sign when cowboy Billy shows up at his garage after hours, just as he’s about to go find someone to spend the night with. He’s horny enough that a lot of guys would look good, but Billy seems special somehow.

Billy thinks Johnson’s the hottest ticket he’s seen since he moved to California from Texas, and after a good meal and some good fun, he takes Johnson home. They both find out they’re getting more than they bargained for. Can Johnson and Billy figure out why they feel so connected and can they make it last once reality sets back in?

 

Sean Michael

smut fixes everything – www.seanmichaelwrites.com

 

Coming Soon and Contest from Sean Michael!

I have a new novel coming out on Wednesday September 17 — Underground: Special Teams.

Comment on any of my posts today and I’ll randomly choose a winner to receive an ebook copy.

When Hunter Simms goes undercover at an underground BDSM party, the last thing he expects to see is SWAT’s leading shooter Keifer Magnessen bound, gagged, plugged and very naked. He is immediately drawn to Keifer, and wants to get to know his fellow cop better. Much better.

With such a high stress job, Keifer needs to give up control on his down time in order to decompress, but it’s a secret he holds close to his vest. So, when Hunter walks into his chosen place to submit, he tries to cut and run. Lucky for him, Hunter is shrewd, persistent and quite possibly just the Dom that Keifer needs.

Can these two strong men find a way to make their personal lives mesh?

Look for it on Wednesday September 17 at Torquere Press.

PG Excerpt (I’ll post an adult excerpt later tonight)

“Do you want me to observe only this evening?”
“For a few hours at least. Jack has vouched for you, but it’s important to learn us, how we work.”
Hunter nodded slowly. If these people were forcing men to be subs, making them stay, abusing them, he’d be very surprised. This level of care didn’t come out of a place of abuse.
“Let’s go downstairs. I’ll introduce you around. Ben wants to shave his boy today, head to toe, and he wants an audience.”
“Even eyebrows?” That was some hard core shit. And wouldn’t that surprise people who thought BDSM was all about whips and chains?
“Everything. This isn’t a punishment, but Pete is having serious issues with hiding from Ben.”
“Ah, Ben sounds like a very wise man.” Inventive, attentive, a good master.
Hunt already liked this group. If it turned out anyone was being held here against their will, if they weren’t on the up and up, he was going to be extremely disappointed.
“They’re both learning, but they’re getting there.”
“Are they a new couple?” Hunt asked, watching Dan move around the kitchen, triple checking everything.
Jack answered him. “Yeah, Ben has been waiting for Pete for years, but the connection is new.”
“I look forward to seeing them together, then. Watching their scene.”
“It should be intense, emotional. Pete is a fighter.”
Hunt nodded, already affected, just by the conversation.
Daniel chuckled. “Pete used to be a surgeon, and he had a breakdown. Went to work on a construction crew before he started working from home.”
“Those high pressure jobs often produce subs, don’t they?” The best sub Hunt had ever had was a man who ran a fortune five hundred company.
“You know it. We have a number of subs that are desperate to break, to allow someone else in.”
“I enjoy a challenge.” Hunt had to remind himself he was here on the job, not to find someone.
Jack grinned. “Me, I’m looking for a sweet boy, a good bottom who likes a hard fuck but isn’t pushing constantly.”
Daniel’s laughter filled the air. “In other words, you’re not looking for a boy like Keif?”
“Fuck, no. No, Keif needs an owner, not a Dom.”
Hunt’s eyebrow went up. “Keif?”
“One of our unattached subs,” Daniel said. “He’s got the need to be hard-used, broken down. No one man can handle him, no offense Jack.”
“None taken.”
“Is he here tonight?” Hunter asked, intrigued despite himself.
“He’s with our group every night he’s not on call.”
“Is that a yes?” Because he hadn’t heard a yes.
“He is here — plugged, bound, gagged, and, I would imagine well-sounded by now.”
Jesus Christ. A bolt of pure desire went through Hunt.
Daniel grabbed a case of water. “Come on, guys. Let’s go down.”
“Can I take anything?” Hunt offered.
“Can you grab the fruit bowl? I find fruit to be hydrating, erotic, and less messy than chocolate.”
“You got it.” These guys were pros at this hosting a BDSM party thing and Hunt found himself once again hoping they were all on the up and up. He wanted to play, not to make arrests.
Following Dan downstairs, he felt his anticipation ramping up.
Instead of a dark, club-like atmosphere, downstairs there was a room with couches and lamps, pillows. It looked totally normal, at least until he saw the cage in one corner. The massage table. The man kneeling, wearing nothing but a collar.
Hunter took everything in, eyes moving over the men in the room, cataloging them. The man in the collar had to be Pete, the slender, whip-like man looking on proudly, Ben. There were a couple of men sitting together, a few wandering. In the back, bound and ring gagged, cock stuffed was…
Wait. Wait. Hunter knew that shock of near-white hair, the icy blue eyes. He saw that face every time the SWAT team was called out. Keifer Magnessen.

 

Sean Michael

smut fixes everything – www.seanmichaelwrites.com

Sean Michael — On Sale!

That’s right, I’m on sale at Amber Quill — 50% off all my titles!

 

The latest releases are on sale:

 

My first book with Amber is on sale:

 

The book with my favorite title at Amber is on sale:

 

The book with my favorite cover at Amber is on sale:

 

The short stories are on sale:

 

The paranormal ones are on sale:

 

The… well, you get the idea — they are all on sale! 50% off! Good through to September 3! Get ‘em while they’re hot and cheap!

 

Sean Michael

smut fixes everything – www.seanmichaelwrites.com

 

Pack and Mate (Kennel Klub 2) by Sean Michael (M/M, adult excerpt)

Here is an adult excerpt of my new book!

Finn never dreamed he’d have a mate of his own, especially not one found at the Kennel Klub, where spankings are optional and encouraged. This young werewolf is a fish out of water suddenly thrown in the deep end.
Cort is immediately drawn to Finn but it is clear they’re very different men. A chance meeting leads to a lust they can’t ignore but soon Finn leaves with his packmates.

Cort is ready to do whatever it takes to find Finn again. Once he does he’ll have to work hard to convince Finn that they belong together.

It’s available at Ellora’s Cave at 20% off!

 

Adult Excerpt:

They all fit around the table, barely, and Little Red and Nathan had to share a chair. Cort let him sit on Cort’s lap. It was more than big enough for him. Almost like it was made just for him. One of Cort’s arms wrapped around his waist, keeping him close.

“Is this good?” He was happy, warm.

“It’s perfect.” Cort pressed his nose against Finn’s neck and breathed in.

Finn hummed softly, his body heating, all the way to the bone. This was way better than sitting on a chair.

“So hungry,” murmured Cort.

“The pasta is good.” He’d already said that. “You can even have mine.” His hips started to rock.

“Not hungry for food. Hungry for you.” Cort’s hand dropped down to his lap.

“Oh.” Finn groaned softly.

Pat rumbled, and the sound wasn’t soft at all. “Be good. We’re at the table.”

“We could leave the table,” Cort murmured in his ear.

Oh, God. Please. His entire focus was on the sounds Cort was making, the heat. Cort stood, that arm around his waist holding him tight against Cort’s body. His feet didn’t reach the ground at all—Cort was bigger than him, and so strong.

“Finn.” Patrick called for him, and it was no fair. Not at all.

“We’ll be back.” Cort turned and carried him off to the kitchen.

Please let there be more kisses.

Once they were in the relative privacy of the kitchen, Cort turned him, put him down on the counter and brought their mouths together.

Yes. Yes. Finn reached up, arms wrapped around Cort’s shoulders. Cort grabbed his ass and tugged him in close so they were all pressed up together. His cock rubbed against Cort’s firm belly and it made his eyes cross. Insane. This was utterly insane.

But also utterly amazing.

The kiss went on and on, Cort’s mouth absolutely magic. He whimpered, aroused in a way he didn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend. One of Cort’s hands left his ass, pushing down the front of his pants instead.

“Oh.” Finn’s eyes widened.

Cort’s hand found his prick and wrapped right around it.

“Can we? Oh!”

“What do you want, my pup?” Cort asked.

“I just— I haven’t really, with someone who makes me ache.”

“I’ll make you come, and when we get home, I’ll make you come again and again and again.” Cort’s words felt as though they were a promise.

“Again?” Was that possible?

“Oh yes.” Cort’s gaze was trying to burn him.

“I…” He wasn’t sure what to do, so he nodded.

Still holding his gaze, Cort began to move his hand, stroking. The pressure built inside Finn, his balls drawing up so tight they hurt.

“I want to smell you, pup. I want to taste you.” The sound of Cort’s voice echoed inside him, so deep, and Cort brought their mouths back together again, stealing his breath.

A gentle tug to the tip of his cock and he shot, his entire body alight.

Sean Michael

smut fixes everything – www.seanmichaelwrites.com

Pack and Mate (Kennel Klub 2) by Sean Michael (M/M PG Excerpt)

I have a new book out!

Finn never dreamed he’d have a mate of his own, especially not one found at the Kennel Klub, where spankings are optional and encouraged. This young werewolf is a fish out of water suddenly thrown in the deep end.
Cort is immediately drawn to Finn but it is clear they’re very different men. A chance meeting leads to a lust they can’t ignore but soon Finn leaves with his packmates.

Cort is ready to do whatever it takes to find Finn again. Once he does he’ll have to work hard to convince Finn that they belong together.

It’s available at Ellora’s Cave at 20% off!

PG Excerpt:

“For he’s a jolly good fellow! For he’s a jolly good fellow that nobody can deny!”

The singing was so loud that the walls of the big room vibrated. The scents of liquor and sex hung on the air, and the hint of incense made smoke that shimmered visibly. It was raucous, overwhelming and Finn found himself huddling in the far corner, his hands clenched into fists, noise and pheromones and body heat creating fear inside his head.

He shouldn’t have come. He should have told his cousin Jim no. No celebrations. No groups. Just no. Living in the city was hard enough—several weeks was not long enough for him to be used to this strange place yet.

Jim had been so excited, though, about his mating—his collaring, he’d called it, which Finn found unsettling honestly—about his new man Tip that Finn couldn’t refuse.

“Loud, isn’t it?” The voice was growly, pitched low, and it cut across everything. That voice made Finn want to roll onto his back and expose his belly, his throat.

Finn nodded, then looked up with wide eyes. “It is.”

And he wanted to go home, but he was here with some of Jim’s friends and his packmates and he didn’t know how to get back to the apartment from here. “Is this your table? I can move.” He didn’t want any trouble and this one seemed like an Alpha.

“Not my table, the quietest corner of the room, though. You look how I feel. We should go.”

“Go?” He nodded, stood. “Yes. I’m new. Where can we go?” His brain was pounding in time with the moving bodies. So many males, so many smells. It would have been overwhelming under the most ideal situations and in a strange place in this big city was not that.

“I have a quiet room.” The big guy wrapped a hand around Finn’s wrist and pulled him toward the door.

Finn followed, ducking flailing arms and writhing bodies. Out. Out. Out. The single thought filled him. Out.

As soon as they exited the room and shut the door behind them, everything—the scents, the sounds, the damn pheromones—eased.

The guy with him took a deep breath and leaned against the wall. “Oh, thank God.”

Finn nodded, sinking to the floor, eyes closing as he just stayed quiet and alone inside his mind for a moment. Oh, so much better. He could breathe. He could hear himself think. He still felt small and insignificant, but at least it was quiet out here.

Two servers went by on their way to the party with trays of food, the boys giving them looks.

Go away, he thought. Shoo. He didn’t want to have to deal with even more strangers. He was all strangered out.

The servers didn’t say anything and disappeared through the door, the music flaring loudly before the door was once again shut.

That big hand wrapped around his wrist again. “Come on.”

Sean Michael

smut fixes everything – www.seanmichaelwrites.com

Working to Win by Sean Michael, M/M, pg excerpt

My latest release with Amber Allure is a little different, in that the couple in it are already established. In fact, they have hit that rut, both of them working too hard, not enough time spent with each other, priorities not working for any kind of relationship. They’re trying to work on that when something unexpectedly comes up that just might make reconnecting easier.

 

Together for more than six years, lovers Jason and Bryan rarely see each other anymore. Their jobs are running them ragged and keeping them apart. It’s gotten so they barely even communicate.
But a trip to a winter cabin for a long weekend, a last-ditch effort to rekindle their romance, reveals a side to the two men the other never knew existed, and their weekend suddenly includes power-play games.

Is this new aspect of their relationship doomed to fail, or will it help them find what they both need to make their lives work again?

You get 25% off if you buy it through the publisher, but it is available at All Romance Ebooks as well.

 

Excerpt (PG)

“I’m looking forward to spending time with you.”

Jason smiled, felt it honestly pull up the corners of his mouth. “Me, too. Spending time with you, I mean.”

Bryan finished his cocoa and headed to rinse out his cup and the pot.

Jason followed, watching his lover. “Okay, babe. Let’s go get a nap, okay?”

“I’m going to clean up and watch the fire a few. I’ll be in.”

Watch the fire and check emails no doubt.

Jason shook his head. “No, we’re going to go nap together, even if I have to tie you down to get you to stay in bed.”

Bryan’s near black eyes flashed over to him, one eyebrow arching. There was sudden, sharp heat, the air electric.

No way. No fucking way.

Jason had been into the scene before he’d taken over the factory for his father. He just hadn’t had the time after that. So it had never, ever come up with Bryan. His straight-laced, buttoned-up lover.

Holding Bryan’s gaze, he tested the waters. “I might just tie you up anyway.”

“You’re adorable.” Bryan looked away, cheeks heating.

“Oh no, I think in the situation I’m picturing, you’re the adorable one.” Man, he could get behind ruffling Bryan’s calm. Like, big time.

“Uh-huh. Right. Give me your cup and I’ll clean it.”

“No. Get in the bedroom. Now.” Did he have anything to actually tie Bryan down with? Oh. That tie around his lover’s neck. It would do.

“Pardon me?” Bryan was vibrating, buzzing for him.

“You heard me. Unless you want me to drag you in there.” Oh God, it was electric, intense. He couldn’t remember the last time it had felt like this.

“I…quit playing around, man.”

Jas stalked over to Bryan. “I’m not playing.” He smiled. “Or maybe I am, but it’s the best kind of game.”

Bryan stepped back. “Go take your nap.”

“We are taking a nap. You and me.” Bryan was as tall as he was, but he had a few pounds of muscle on his lover. Besides, he was pretty sure Bryan wanted to be caught.

“What if I don’t need a nap?”

Right, he could pack for a month-long trip overseas in the bags under Bryan’s eyes.

“You need a nap.” He reached out and grabbed Bryan’s hand. “And I’m going to make sure you get it. And everything else you need.”

Maybe this wasn’t the answer, but if he only had this weekend, he was going to follow his instincts. At least he had Bryan’s attention now. Bryan’s full attention.

“Fine. Lord, you’re in a mood.”

“And you’re not?” He nodded down at Bryan’s slacks, a clear outline of Bryan’s hard cock tenting the material.

“I…” Bryan shrugged, and the blush got deeper.

“Baby, we found something to bring us back together, I say we play all fucking weekend long.”

 

Sean Michael

smut fixes everything – www.seanmichaelwrites.com

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