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Art and Snowflakes by Sean Michael (Coming May 26) Adult Excerpt
As promised, here’s the adult excerpt for Art and Snowflakes, coming May 26 from Amber Allure.
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?
Adult Excerpt:
Dave laughed. Oh, God. So direct. He remembered that. He so did. “I meant have you stopped doing drugs, too.”
“Uh-huh. About a year ago.”
Wow. His Jax. Clean.
“That’s…that’s pretty cool.” Dave handed over Jax’s glass and led the way to his living room where he put his water and the little bowl of fruit on the coffee table.
Jax didn’t answer, just sat on the sofa.
Dave turned on the hockey game. It had just started and it looked like there wasn’t any score yet. Cool.
“So…still painting?” he asked.
“Can you imagine me not painting?” Jax laughed, dreads shifting.
“No.” He honestly couldn’t. It was who Jax was. Entirely.
Jax laughed and the sound was perfect. Utterly perfect. “Me either.”
Dave found himself smiling, staring at Jax, as utterly taken now as he’d ever been. He’d never stopped loving Jax. He just couldn’t handle Jax on the booze and drugs.
Jax watched him instead of the TV. “You look happy. Do you have a lover?”
“Me? Nah. I’ve had some friends, but…” He shrugged. “There’s never been anyone special since…well, you.”
“That’s a shame. You have great hands and an amazing cock.”
He gaped at Jax. People didn’t just blurt that kind of thing out. Of course, Jax wasn’t ordinary people.
“What? Did you lose it? Your prick? I see your hands…”
He gaped a moment longer and then started to laugh. “It’s still there,” he managed at last.
“Oh, good. I mean, I know it’s not mine to love on anymore, but I’d hate to think it was broken.” Jax patted his package, gently.
It rose up to meet Jax’s hand, Dave’s whole body as eager as ever to respond to Jax. “Not broken,” he managed, voice thick.
“Good.” Jax met his eyes. “You’re getting hard.”
“See? Not broken.” He wanted to ask Jax to do something about it. He really, really did.
“Uh-huh.” Jax pulled back. “I should go to the bathroom. I’ll be back.”
“Oh…” Disappointment flooded him, but he nodded. It had been ten years after all and he didn’t have a right to ask anything of Jax anymore. “Okay.”
“I just…I want you. I remember how you felt in my mouth.”
“I’m good with that. No strings, just…I remember what your mouth felt like.” He so did and now his prick was pushing hard against his zipper.
“This isn’t because you fed me supper,” Jax told him, getting straight to the point, as usual.
“Hell, no.” He hadn’t invited Jax in or fed the man with any strings attached. He’d never even thought they’d get to…this. “This is because even at the end, the sex was fucking fantastic and I still care about you.”
“Don’t bother with the second part.” Jax opened his jeans, fished his cock out, fingers so clever.
He wasn’t sure what that meant, but his prick was rock hard and Jax’s hands felt so good, so he didn’t say anything, just went with how good this was.
That blisteringly hot mouth dropped over his cock, the suction wild and fierce, making his mouth dry. He cried out, hips bucking. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Wet and hot, Jax’s mouth was heaven on earth, the little cockhound hungry for him, pulling him deep.
His fingers dropped into Jax’s hair, twisting in it. He tugged, carefully, not sure if Jax even remembered their little games, and Jax groaned, one hand grabbing his thigh.
He humped up into Jax’s mouth, pushing deep. Oh, Jesus. Jesus, yes. The tip of his cock slipped into Jax’s throat, and Jax swallowed around him. Nobody’d had ever been able to do that for him, nobody but Jax.
He cried out, hips driving. Every inch of his prick disappeared into Jax’s lips as Jax deep throated him. He tugged hard on Jax’s hair with one hand, the other tracing Jax’s lips where they spread around his cock.
One convulsive swallow followed another and he lost it, humping into that needy mouth as he shot.
He collapsed back against the couch, panting hard. “Oh, fuck. Jax.”
Jaxsom licked him, cleaning him off.
“Babe…God.” Dave groaned, lolling there like a boneless idiot. It felt like it had been forever since he’d come that hard.
Jax kissed the tip of his cock. “You still taste good.”
“And you still have the best mouth I’ve ever had.” He petted Jax’s head lazily, just wanting the connection. “You needing?”
“Do you want me? I don’t… No pity fucks.”
He shook his head. “It’s not pity I’m feeling, Jax.”
“Are you sure?” Jax blinked at him, looking so serious.
He palmed his prick. “I’m sure.”
Jax groaned, eyes on his cock again, measuring every inch.
“You haven’t seen my bed yet,” he said softly. It was one of his indulgences—big and comfy and perfect.
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything – http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Flying With Dragons by Sean Michael – adult excerpt
As promised, here’s an adult excerpt of Flying With Dragons.
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.
You can get it here.
Adult excerpt
Grunk flew a little ahead of Kyfan, encouraging his assistant to follow, to come play. The wee dragon was tentative, but he was trying, was moving with Grunk. He called out to Kyfan, wanting to sing to the sky of the flight, of the pleasure of taking to the air with the little dragon at his side.
He could feel Kyfan worrying about working, about the office, but then the wind would steal that thought away. It was the magic of the wind, that. Grunk dropped down and flew beneath Kyfan, slowly drawing closer and closer, letting the draft from his own wings send Kyfan higher. The tiny dragon soared, the magical laughter making the form of sparks.
He herded Kyfan into the mountains, then toward the clearing on the western side of one far away from the city, moving ahead to land, showing Kyfan where he wanted to lovely little dragon to go. Kyfan lit on the ground, wings fluttering.
He heaped praise on Kyfan, raising one clawed foot and stroking over Kyfan’s scales. His sweet little dragon blushed and twisted, pleasure shining from the scales.
“Mine,” he told Kyfan in the dragon tongue, letting his arm sweep over the mountain.
“Yours.” The prismatic eyes took everything in, the wee dragon bowing to him.
“Wild. Good. Special.” He couldn’t understand why anyone would choose to live in the city when they could take to the sky, to the mountains.
“Quiet. Big.” Kyfan chose good words for his mountain.
He grunted in agreement. “Perfect.”
Another big male soared by, obviously drawn by Kyfan’s heady scent, but Grunk’s territory wasn’t encroached upon. He was too close, though, scenting Kyfan, scenting Grunk’s male. Grunk found himself standing tall, stretching his wings. The mountain was his. Kyfan was his. The thought surprised him — he’d never claimed a dragon as his own before.
It felt right, though. It made his teeth hurt. Made his wings flare. He could feel the roar building in his belly.
Kyfan stared at him, lovely eyes wide, then the little dragon took off, soaring back toward the city, moving like an arrow. He growled and headedafter Kyfan, following his assistant back to work. This would not be the last time they flew together.
He caught up to Kyfan, protecting his little dragon, making sure none of the other dragons in the air as they approached the city came anywhere near them.
They landed on the roof together, the tiny dragon becoming a lean, stunning man again, hair wild, unkempt as it swirled around the pale body. Grunk changed, too, unconcerned with his nakedness, with the way the flight and his need to posture and tell anyone who came near that Kyfan was his, had left him half-hard, his prick beginning to rise more.
Kyfan looked at him, lips parted, chest rising and falling, cheeks bright from the exercise they’d done, or perhaps something more primal.
Taking a step forward, Grunk touched Kyfan’s lips with his fingers. They felt clumsier, somehow, than his claws did, even though he knew intellectually that they were not.
“I. I.” Kyfan’s cock — hard and red-tipped — spilled at his touch, spunk scenting his thigh and hip.
“Oh, gods and moons.” Kyfan jerked back, grabbed the neat little pile of clothes and ran, entire body flushed a dark red now.
“Kyfan!” Grunk called for his dragon to stop, but Kyfan kept going.
Why would his little dragon run from him?
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything – http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Art and Snowflakes by Sean Michael – Coming Soon! (work safe excerpt)
My latest from Amber Allure will be out on May 26! Love the cover — it’s very different!
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?
Coming May 26 from Amber Allure.
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.
~
adult excerpt to come later this evening 
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything – http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Flying With Dragons by Sean Michael – work safe excerpt
So here is my foray into Dragon shifters. BA Tortuga put the idea of Dragon shifters into my head and two characters showed up, ready to play. They couldn’t be more different — Grunk is a great big grumpy dragon who doesn’t much like taking on his human form. If he could be a dragon and live in the mountains all the time, then he’d be a happy dragon. Kyfan on the other hand is a small dragon who has spent the bulk of his life as a human. He rarely changes and has never flown. I had fun with these two!
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.
You can buy it here.
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 updrafts 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 made himself land 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 know, Grunk sighed and turned the handle on the door 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, the lad’s 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.
“Who the hell are you?” He growled the words out — he was not used to speaking as a human. At any rate, he was pretty sure the growl was his default. He was also ignoring the very pretty eyes. He was.
“Kyfan, sir, your personal assistant.” The voice was gentle, low, calm.
“I have an assistant?”
~
I will post an adult excerpt later this evening, maybe not quite after dark 
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything – http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Tending to Rose by Sean Michael – adult excerpt
As promised, an adult excerpt for the new Rose and Thorne book: Tending to Rose.
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?
Available at Changeling Press.
Adult Excerpt:
Rose slept for two days at Thorne’s place — just exhausted and totally, physically overwhelmed. He’d never trained so hard, never been so deep in it. He’d won, though. So it had to be worth it.
Thorne fed him every time he opened his eyes and then encouraged him back to sleep. This time, though, Thorne was snugged up tight against him, fast asleep himself. He hummed, wrapping around Thorne, hands sliding on Rosie’s spine. Thorne moaned for him, pushed in tighter.
“Mmm.” He kissed Thorne’s temple. This man was good to him.
Thorne smiled against his chest and rubbed all along his body. Thorne felt so good against him, and it felt great, to have his cock fill, begin to swell.
Groaning, Thorne wrapped his mouth around his right nipple, suction beginning.
“Thorne.” Hell, yeah. Teeth scored his nipple. “Thorne!” Fuck, that was hot.
Thorne chuckled, moved on to his other nipple.
“I tried not to wake you…” Rose pushed his fingers through Thorne’s short, short hair.
“Mmm. I’m glad you did.”
“Me too.” He was finally awake, hard, ready.
Thorne rubbed against him, their pricks bumping. Rose moaned, trying to decide if he wanted a kiss or those lips on his nipples.
“Gonna pierce these,” Thorne told him, fingers plucking at him.
He moaned, shook his head, but his prick throbbed. Thorne smiled and then brought their lips together, kissing him. Oh, he remembered these kisses. Rose dove into the kisses, his tongue fucking Thorne’s lips. That slender body felt so fucking good against him, and Thorne’s mouth was magic.
He draped one leg over Thorne, tugged him closer. Thorne’s hand reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezed one cheek. He flexed, butt tightening.
“Fuck, that’s pretty damn hot, Rosie.”
A grunt seemed to be a good enough answer. He just wanted Thorne.
Thorne’s fingers slid along his ass and then teased his crack. He chuckled, but his body moved, pushed against the touch.
“So eager. It’s sexy, Rosie.”
“I want to feel good.”
“Smart man.” Thorne pushed one finger hard against his hole.
Rose moaned, rolled over on top of Thorne.
“Get me the lube, Rosie.”
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything – http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Rose and Thorne’s Tasty Tuesday Recipe
I participated in Changeling’s Tasty Tuesday Recipe day over at their blog this week with a recipe that Thorne might make for Rosie – Chipotle Lime Bacon-wrapped Shrimp.
It’s a tad time consuming, but utterly delicious – give it a try!
Thorne knows Rose is the one. He just needs to convince Rose he’s enough just as he is.
Tending to Rose is available here.
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything – http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Shibari Auction House: Leaf by Sean Michael
My next release from Changeling will be Shibari Auction House: James, and will start pretty much where this one leaves off. So I thought I’d just share the excerpt for this one again
When River calls his twin Leaf and says “Brother, I’m in trouble,” Leaf does the same thing he always does — he comes to River’s rescue. Leaf’s twin is thrilled he showed up, and quickly takes his clothes, tells him he’s going to have a great time and leaves Leaf to be auctioned off at the Shibari Auction House in his place.
Not quite sure what River has gotten him into this time, Leaf is stunned to find himself auctioned off for seventy-five thousand dollars. Not sure exactly what’s expected of him, he tells the man who won him the truth and finds himself treated more than fairly by James, the man who bought a week of his time.
Has River left Leaf holding the bag? Or has River inadvertently granted Leaf fantasies he didn’t even know he had?
Available at Changeling Press.
Excerpt:
“Brother, I’m in trouble.”
How many fucking phone calls in Leaf’s life had started that way? Too many to count, but as always, he answered the call and went to rescue his identical twin.
Today, that call had him heading into a huge old building. The people in the lobby stared at him. “River deCosta. My brother. He called me.”
An extremely tall, gaunt man came forward. “If I hadn’t just left River, I would have thought you were him. You’re two peas in a pod.”
“Yeah. He needed to see me. Please.” So Leaf could kill him.
“It’s highly unusual, but certainly. Follow me, please.”
He followed the man down a long corridor, stopping at about the fifth door. A single knock and the guy went in. “River? You have a guest. Please keep it short — you go on in a few minutes.”
“Yes. Yes, thank you.” River was… naked.
“River?”
“Three minutes, River,” the guy admonished, closing the door behind him as he left.
“Leaf, brother, you have to help me.” River came up to him, started pulling at Leaf’s clothes.
“What are you doing? What’s up?”
“I promised to auction myself off for a week, but then Harry texted and he wants to get back together.” Leaf’s shirt came off as River continued. “You’ll make a fortune. Enough to live on for almost six months. It’ll be fun.”
Fun?
There was a knock at the door, and a soft female voice sounded. “River? It’s time, honey. You’re up.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Leaf’s pants were opened, shoved down. “It’ll be okay. It’s only a week. Please. Harry… I love him.”
Leaf shook his head. Harry didn’t love anyone, and yet River kept crawling back to the asshole. “Only a week what? What exactly are you getting me into here?”
“You just have to be good for a week, honey. You’re good at that. Go. Go, they’ll help.” His shoes, wallet, underwear — River took everything.
“But…”
Leaf swallowed as River pushed him out the door. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
A short girl with blonde, curly hair beamed at him. “There you are, River. Oh, that wide-eyed innocent look is perfect.” She laughed softly and pinched his cheeks as she slid a silk robe around his shoulders. “The robe’ll come off when you get to the viewing room. Come on.”
“But…” Oh, this was fucked up.
“But what, honey? I know Yves and Bart went over everything with you. And we talked about the walk and how being naked would get you the biggest price. But if you have any other questions, you have… uh, okay, only like a minute, so make it snappy.”
“He’s…” Leaf looked back, but River was gone and Leaf’s clothes were gone with him.
“Come on, honey. I know it can be hard the first time, but you’ll feel better once you’ve started.”
River’s voice came from down the hall, toward where Leaf had come in. “Have fun! I’ll see you next week, brother!”
Oh, God.
Leaf was going to kill River. Slowly. Painfully. Dead.
“There’s been a lot of excitement over you since the profile went up, honey. You should pick up some good bids. Remember not to be too cocky, but not too shy, either. And don’t pick your nose.” She gave him a wink as she opened another door and ushered him through.
“I won’t.” No way. God, River sucked. Moose nuts.
The room he went into was softly lit, and he could see cameras mounted all over the place. Seriously, there were at least six, getting him from various angles. What the hell had River done?
The lights came up, and an announcer’s voice sang out. “And here we have lot twelve. This is River’s first time at Shibari, and he’s eager to please. We’ve got a full week up for grabs. Please refer to River’s card for his dos and don’ts. And let’s start the bidding at ten thousand.”
Dollars?
Ten thousand dollars?
What had River agreed to do?
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything – http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Tending to Rose (Rose and Thorne #2) by Sean Michael now out!
The second Rose and Thorne book 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?
Available at Changeling Press.
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?”
*
Stay tuned for an adult excerpt later this evening!
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything – http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Every Rose Has His Thorne (Rose and Thorne #1) by Sean Michael (adult excerpt)
Every Rose Has His Thorne is the first book in the Rose and Thorne series. It is not, however, the first story I wrote. I wrote a short story called Swinging Along, and when I had finished it, the boys insisted I needed to write their beginning. However, Swinging Along wasn’t the first story featuring Rose and Thorne, either. That honor goes to Shibari Auction House: Ben, where they were bit characters who came to life immediately in my head, as soon as I put their names on the page. Gotta love the boys who sneak in and take over!
Rose has just lost his job as a bouncer — apparently he’s too scary for the job. He’s working out at the gym and considering going back into competitive bodybuilding when he meets Thorne.
Short, slender and covered in ink, Thorne couldn’t be any more different from Rose, but he feels a connection with the big man the moment they meet. As they spend the evening together, he believes they were meant to be. Now he just needs to convince Rose.
You can pick up Every Rose Has His Thorne from Changeling Press.
Adult Excerpt:
Thorne opened the door to his apartment, revealing a fairly Spartan room. “I prefer space with a few good pieces of furniture.”
Rose nodded. He preferred no bugs and a mattress that wasn’t lumpy. He had both.
“And I have a great bed — big enough for even a huge scary guy.” Thorne winked and led him to the first door past the living room.
The lights came on, revealing a king sized bed that took up nearly every inch of floor space.
“Wow. It’s amazing.” It was like a jungle gym or something.
“You’re going to look amazing in the middle of my bed.” Thorne’s fingers started on his shoulders and slowly moved down to his waist.
He’d never been with a man who was so seductive.
Thorne tilted his head and looked up at him. “Kiss me, Rose.”
“I can do that.” He reached for Thorne, cupped the man’s head, and brought their lips together in a long, slow, breathtaking kiss.
Thorne moaned as their lips parted. “Oh, fuck. Do it again.”
“Mmmhmm.” He hummed and instigated another kiss.
Thorne’s fingers clutched at the bottom of his T-shirt, the kiss going deep. He flexed, his abs rippling as he leaned into the touch. Thorne pushed under his T-shirt, fingers stroking his belly skin on skin. Oh, that touch was fine — just fine.
“You have the most amazing muscles.” Thorne didn’t give him a chance to answer before one hand wrapped around his neck and tugged him down into another mind-blowing kiss.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and he wrapped his hands around Thorne’s ass, pulling the man against him. Thorne rubbed against his thigh and then tugged, finally using all his weight to pull Rose over onto the mattress. He caught himself easily, not wanting to squish Thorne.
Thorne rolled onto him, managing to do it without losing their lip lock. A low moan was fed into his mouth. The little man was surprisingly strong, surprisingly hungry.
Thorne’s fingers were back at the bottom of Rose’s shirt, pushing it up to bare his belly for those questing fingers. He clenched, hips rolling into the touch. Damn.
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything – http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Hello, how about a contest?
As I’m celebrating my new release with Changeling (Rose and Thorne #2 – Tending to Rose) I’d like to have a contest. Any comments left on any of my posts today will be eligible for the draw — prize will the winner’s choice of any of my ebooks from Changeling Press!
I’ll be back later with more information about Rose and Thorne, the Series, and the latest release Tending to Rose.
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything – http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
