A New Way To Dance – Guest Post By Sean Michael

I’m very happy to welcome Sean Michael to the Naughty Corner today, as part of the tour for his very hot new release, A New Way To Dance. It’s very nice to have you here, Sean.

Thank you very much to The Really Naughty Corner for hosting me today!

I’m one of those people who loves writing the sex scenes. It’s my favorite part of writing actually, aside from starting something new and getting to know new characters.

A lot of my guys do their best communicating through sex. They may not say I love you all the time, but they show it.

Also, sex scenes are hot and I enjoy the visceral nitty gritty dirtiness of it. So, I rarely fade to black. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just not my style. Even when you pick up one of my “sweeter” contemporaries, there will still be a couple of explicit sex scenes in the book.

Brook and Seth have plenty of naughty time together. I hope you enjoy reading their sex scenes as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Sean Michael

smut fixes everything

Excerpt:

Matt came over with Seth’s drink. “Sorry for the wait. We’re slammed. Has someone taken your order, sir?”

“Not yet. Can you tell me what’s good?”

“We have an amazing turtle latte—caramel, pecan and chocolate with whipped cream.”

“Oh, that sounds great. And something sweet with caramel to go with it, please.”

“Yes, sir. It shouldn’t be too long.”

When Matt had gone, Brook turned back to Seth. “I have a bit of a thing for caramel. I’ve even started putting it in my beer.”

“You’re still brewing? That’s fabulous.” Seth sipped his latte, enjoying the heat. Autumn was cold this year and he felt it these days deep in his bones.

“I’m doing it full-time now. I moved up here and got a place outside the city where I do the microbrewing. Toronto was too big, too impersonal, just like the lawyering. I gave them both up at the same time.”

The last six years had been good to Brook. He looked happy, easy in his skin.

“Good for you. It’s always cool to hear that someone followed their dream.” Seth had gone with the practical. He had savings, insurance money, and now he had a job that was stable and useful.

“So what are you doing these days?” Brook asked.

“I teach music theory at the university here.”

“Yeah? You like it?” Matt brought Brook’s turtle latte and a slice of turtle cheesecake to go with it. “Thanks,” Brook murmured before turning his attention back to Seth. There was something about the man’s presence that tried to stir stuff inside him. Stuff that had no business stirring.

Seth didn’t do relationships. Hell, he wasn’t interested in getting naked in front of anyone. It was tough enough to do his twice-weekly physio in the pool.

“It’s a good job, good kids.”

“Excellent. I’m glad you found a place.” Brook sounded like he really meant it, too.

“Thanks.” Seth closed his laptop, packed it away. “I’ll leave you to your sweets. It looks like rain and I have a bit of a walk.” And he didn’t do so well when it was slick.

“I can give you a lift if you can wait for me to finish my cheesecake. I’m done with my business here.”

He thought about it and opened his mouth to turn Brook down when the skies opened up, the rain battering at the windows. “Well, if you don’t mind…”

“I don’t. Did you want anything to eat?”

“No, thank you. I never eat after noon.”

Brook blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

“I only eat in the mornings and then an early lunch. It’s a challenge to keep my weight steady.” Surely that wasn’t unheard of. He knew lots of dancers who did that. It was easier on the teeth than constant vomiting.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. It just doesn’t sound very healthy.”

He shrugged. “I can’t expend the calories I used to. I had to adjust my situation. How’s your cheesecake?”

It was easier to deflect Brook than to deal with the commentary. His entire life was different now. Sometimes he thought about the man he’d been, happy and playful, dancing, in love, but that was an exercise in frustration.

“It’s delicious. Are you sure you don’t want at least a taste?” A forkful was offered over.

“Thank you, but no.” It smelled lovely.

About A New Way To Dance

Title:  A New Way to Dance

Author: Sean Michael

Publisher:  Self-Published

Release Date: June 20, 2017

Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 65,000 Words | 262 Pages

Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance, M/M Romance, BDSM

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Synopsis

Dancer Seth Avery has it all. He’s at the top of his game as a dancer and he’s in love with famous dance director Fayden DelMonaco, the man who is his sub. Seth’s whole world is turned upside down when Fayden dumps him in the nastiest and most public way possible. To compound matters, he’s in near fatal car crash shortly thereafter that leaves him severely injured.

Brook Turner is an ex-lawyer turned micro-brewer, baby-brother of Seth’s best friend Lizzie. The two met briefly before Seth’s accident, but it’s when they meet again six years later that they get a chance to act on the attraction they’d initially felt.

With Brook’s help, Seth begins to heal not only from his residual physical injuries, but also from the emotional ones inflicted by Fayden. Will it be enough to keep the two of them together?

Join Seth and Brooke as they find a new way to dance together.

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Meet the Author

Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago.”

A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.

Barring any of that? He’ll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

Sean’s available for interviews, by the way. He can always be talked into, well talking about himself. Just drop him an email.

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Tour Schedule

June 26 – Sue Brown’s Stories |  MillsyLovesBooks | Because Two Men Are Better Than One

June 27 – BFD Book Blog | Stories That Make You Smile

June 28 – The Really Naughty Corner | Happily Ever Chapter | Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews

June 29 – MM Good Book Reviews | Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words | Boy Meets Boy Reviews | Divine Magazine

June 30 – SiK Reviews | Dawn’s Reading Nook | Two Chicks Obsessed

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Superhero Corner

Behind the Mask, my story from the Pride Publishing MM superhero anthology I Need A Hero, is now available as an early download, with a full release on July 18th. So I thought I’d spotlight some of the stories about characters with superpowers that inspired me as I wrote.

The Incredibles

Ask me what’s my favourite of the Pixar films, and I’ll reply The Incredibles without hesitation. Mr Incredible, aka Bob Parr, and his family have been forced to give up their crimefighting ways because the damage they cause while repeatedly saving the city has got too expensive. They hate having to hide their real identities, but when a crisis forces them to put on their costumes once more (minus capes, because those things are dangerous…), they unite to save the world as they were always meant to. It has a great story that mixes superhero lore with the thrills of a James Bond story, is stunning to look at and, in supersuit designer Edna Mode, has one of the greatest animated characters ever.

Ben Macallan

Ben Macallan from Chaz Brenchley’s Dead of Light may not technically be a superhero, but to my mind he fits the definition. (And I really enjoy the book, so who’s counting?) He’s part of a family that hold sway over a Northern English city which bears more than a passing resemblance to Newcastle. They take their powers from moonlight, and use them to threaten, intimidate and punish, like a supernatural version of the Krays. Ben’s the odd one out, because he apparently has no powers at all, which makes him an easy target for his family’s wrath. But once he discovers his own source of power, he sees a chance to turn the tables and start fighting back…

Stretch Dude and Clobber Girl

Appearing in Desperately Seeking Xena, one of the Treehouse of Horror segments on The Simpsons, Stretch Dude and Clobber Girl are the superhero alter egos of Bart and Lisa Simpson. They acquire their powers when they’re zapped by a portable X-ray machine, and while Lisa, of course, wants to do good, Bart uses his newfound elasticity to play pranks. Eventually, they’re forced to face off against The Collector, better known as Comic Book Guy, who wants to add Xena the Warrior Princess to his collection of living action figures. Best line goes to Lucy Lawless, playing herself, whose response to the nerds who pick holes in Xena’s plot lines is to tell them ‘a wizard did it’. So if you’ve spotted any mistakes in this little round-up, a wizard did it…

So, what are your favourite superheroes, or characters with unusual powers? Leave me a comment as I’d love to know.

Borghild – Automaton or Nazi Sex Doll?: Guest Post By S. Nano

Mistress Of The Air is a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure. Edwardian dominatrix, Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester, travels across the Empires of Europe in her airship, The Corseted Domme. Lady Sally takes an array of electric and steam-powered sex toys on her adventures with her.

One of the dastardly devices is Borghild – a gleaming, brass automaton with rubber lips and vagina. She’s a sex-doll used by Lady Sally to torment the submissive gentlemen on her airship adventure.

She’s not the only sex toy to have this name, though. Whilst researching for Mistress Of The Air, I stumbled across a story about a toy designed to satisfy the sexual needs of Nazi army officers. This sex-doll was called Borghild. I’m afraid I couldn’t resist the temptation of giving Lady Sally’s automaton the same name!

The background to this is a scheme inspired by Heinrich Himmler in 1940 called the Borghild project. Apparently, there was huge concern about an epidemic of syphilis amongst the German troops. It seems the greatest danger to them was the widespread presence of whores in the brothels of Paris.

The project involved distributing inflatable sex dolls to the troops. These could be transported in back-packs and produced whenever relief was needed so the troops wouldn’t visit Paris prostitutes. Adolf Hitler allegedly approved the project. Naturally, the doll had appropriately Aryan features and blonde hair.

The sex-doll was supposedly distributed to some officers but the project was cancelled because the soldiers refused to carry the doll in fear of embarrassment if they were captured and found with one.

It’s a fantastic story, isn’t it? Unfortunately, it’s urban myth, fake news or lies (whatever the current usage is in these post-Trump days). There’s stuff on the internet that reports this story as fact but there is no evidence for it other than a couple of photographs of said sex-doll believed to have been produced long after the 1940s. A shame, I know, but it’s almost certainly a hoax.

Still, it’s a great story. Now the name Borghild lives on in the guise of Lady Sally’s brass sex toy! She collects the automaton from the von Siemen manufactory in Germany on the first stop of her travels.

Be warned. There will be wild escapades, kinky BDSM, dastardly devices, explosions and nice cups of tea.

Book Blurb

Mistress of the Air is a Comic, Steampunk, Erotic Adventure.

Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester owns a brass mine in Zanzibar, a Lapsang Souchong tea plantation in China, a rubber tree farm in Malaysia, trunk loads of corsetry, and the country’s largest collection of antique whips and floggers.

Larger than life, and itching to find new and inventive ways to punish her submissive gentlemen, the Edwardian dominatrix has a vision. Embracing the spirit of the new age of aviation, she embarks on a series of adventures on her own airship, The Corseted Domme, with her transvestite maid, Victoria, her airship pilot, Captain Wyndham, and her automaton sex toy, Borghild.

A select group of submissive gentlemen, consisting of a duke, bishop, lawyer and banker, is invited to join Lady Sally so she can try out her new dastardly devices and sex toys on them. She whips, spanks and punishes her way across the Empires of Europe, dropping off to visit her aristocratic relatives and friends for afternoon tea.

But Lady Sally’s journey is not uneventful. War is threatening to break out and the Ministry of Aviation want to commandeer her airship for the war effort. And when The Corseted Domme has a crash landing, Lady Sally realises there is a stowaway on board intent on sabotaging her airship.

There will be wild escapades, kinky BDSM, dastardly devices, explosions and nice cups of tea.

Buy links

Ebook

Amazon US (Kindle): http://amzn.to/2qsu64J

Amazon UK (Kindle): http://amzn.to/2pxDBhr

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/mistress-of-the-air-s-nano/1126181430?ean=9781545250242

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/mistress-of-the-air

Print

Amazon US (print): https://www.amazon.com/Mistress-Air-S-Nano/dp/1545250243/

Amazon UK (print): https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mistress-Air-S-Nano/dp/1545250243/

Create space/eXcessica (print): https://www.createspace.com/7078177

Extract

Borghild’s movements were a tad mechanical, which was only to be expected. Indeed, she marched in a military style goose-step, which contributed strangely to her kinkiness.

Lady Sally asked Victoria to summon the captain to the playroom, on the grounds he would be fascinated by the technological advances manifested in her new automaton.

Her slaves gazed upon the pair in awe at the gleaming, scarlet rubber in matching outfits. Lady Sally’s elegant and shapely legs were on full show in the short dress alongside the shiny, brass ones of the automaton.

Lady Sally proceeded to introduce her, “This is Borghild. She has been especially designed for me by Ernst von Siemen, the renowned automation manufacturer. I made the diversion into the industrial wastelands of the Ruhr to pick her up from the manufactory. She will be my accomplice in punishment for the rest of my travels and has been designed specifically with my needs for sadistic domination in mind. I expect she will play a full part in assisting me. Remember, though, there will be no point pleading for mercy from her, as she’ll take no notice. This will mean more fun for me and double the pain for you!”

The springs and sockets behind Borghild’s eyes clicked and whirred, swivelling her sockets from side to side with a gaze of disconcerting perspicacity as her photographic cells took recognition of the images of the four men.

Captain Wyndham made an appearance before this announcement.

“Ah, there you are captain. I trust things are quiet in the control room.”

“For a change, madam, yes.”

“I hope my adventures are not too exacting for you, captain?”

“No, not at all Lady Sally; it was intended as a compliment not a complaint.”

“Excellent. There’s no point asking the opinion of this bunch of miscreants: bankers don’t know about anything useful, bishops have no appreciation for technological achievements, judges are hopeless, except for contesting an argument…”

“I say, that’s unfair,” interrupted the judge, “I believe I can make a strong case for arguing for the intellectual capacity of a judge. The evidence is very strong…”

Lady Sally gave him a withering stare.

“And as for dukes, well they are useless.”

“Fair comment mistress,” acknowledged the duke with a nod of his foppish lock of hair.

“But I know you, captain, will appreciate the technological marvel of Borghild.”

Captain Wyndham inspected the automaton with considered curiosity. He looked into her eyes to examine the photographic cells, he examined the construction of her joints, and studied the control panel that operated the automaton.

“Truly remarkable,” Lady Sally. “She’s a work of art. I’ve worked with Clarissa and she’s marvellous, but the quality of the brass moulding and engineering of the limbs are more sophisticated in this model. And her eyes… it’s as if she’s alive. Can she talk? Has Herr Siemen mastered that technology?”

“No, regrettably not captain, though that’s just as well. I couldn’t put up with anyone who contradicts me, not even an automaton.”

“No, indeed not, I can see that,” the captain concurred.

“You must stay and watch her in action. Right, let’s get to work. I doubt if Borghild is ready to master knots and buckles yet but, if she observes me closely, she will learn.”

Lady Sally set to work putting her submissive gentlemen into bondage. She mentally divided the protagonists into those who would receive pain, and those who would receive pleasure. The bishop and judge were chosen for the former, strapped face forward onto the wall boards with their arses exposed, the latter selected for interrupting her earlier. The banker and duke were tied on their backs, the former on the bench, the latter on the rack. It was important Borghild learn the essentials of delivering corporal punishment first.

Lady Sally selected two identical floggers, each with a piece of leather in the shape of the ace of spades at its end. She placed one in the hand of the automation. Her photographic eye cells registered how Lady Sally gripped it, and mimicked her by wrapping her brass knuckles around the black, leather handle.

Lady Sally set about flogging the bishop with the implement, leaving the judge to Borghild. The automaton’s mechanical eyes swivelled around to watch Lady Sally deliver a dozen or so strokes to the bishop’s backside, starting gently but blossoming into a crescendo of ferocity. Borghild recorded the behaviour in the photographic cells, goose-stepped over to the judge and began to flog him. Her actions were staccato as she could not mimic the graceful, fluid movements of Lady Sally; after all she was an automaton. Nonetheless, Lady Sally was most satisfied with the results. Being an automaton, her actions were hard and unforgiving. Borghild soon had the judge whooping in pain.

Lady Sally went through several implements, a whip, a leather strap, a wooden paddle and a cane so the automaton gained experience of handling different objects. Whether she could ever develop the instinctive affinity with them a skilful and experienced dominatrix like Lady Sally had was doubtful; sadistic punishment was an art form in which she excelled. Nevertheless, the results were evident in the glowing, red backside of the judge.

About the author

S. Nano is an author of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings, often drawing on the themes of female supremacy, BDSM and fetish but with a seam of quirky humour running through them as well.

His first full-length erotic novel, Adventures in Fetishland, a BDSM/fetish re-invention of Alice in Wonderland, was published by Xcite Books. His short stories and novellas have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing.

His second novel, Mistress Of The Air was published by eXcessica on 21st April 2017.

Web site: www.slavenano.co.uk/writing

Blog: www.slavenano.co.uk/blog

Facebook (Nano Vaslen): http://www.facebook.com/nano.vaslen

Mistress Of The Air Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/Mistress-Of-The-Air-1671491076492099/

Pinterest: http://uk.pinterest.com/nanovaslen/

Amazon UK author profile: http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B005EBU1QI

Amazon US author profile: https://www.amazon.com/Slave-Nano/e/B005EBU1QI/

Goodreads author profile: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/6828376-slave-nano

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Rule 34 Is Out!

Ever heard of Rule 34? Unless you’re familiar with some of the shadier haunts of the internet, the term may be unfamiliar to you. The original ‘rule’ is ‘If it exists, there is porn of it. No exceptions’ – a principle which will be proved right whenever you turn off ‘safe search’ while browsing. For the newest Sexy Little Pages anthology, which is on full release today, editor Zak Jane Keir has twisted the rule slightly. In this collection, there’s a kinky version of anything you can imagine, and the authors of the story here have had some fun with the concept. If you never believed anyone could get turned by skeletons, photocopiers or tripe – yes, tripe – prepare to be amazed.

My own contribution to the anthology is Tell Me If It Hurts, inspired by letters we used to receive on Forum magazine from readers who were into ‘dentism’. In this story, a very submissive patient is drilled and thrilled by a sadistic domme of a dentist, and loves every minute of it.

You can read more in Rule 34, which also features stories by a talented line-up of authors including Lisabet Sarai, Charlie Powell, VK Foxe, Dylan McEwan and Zak herself. It’s available from Amazon UK and Amazon US, and you can find out more about the people behind the book at the Sexy Little Authors Rule 34 page.

Dreamspinner Sale

To celebrate this year’s RT Booklovers Convention, Dreamspinner are having a store-wide sale. From now until May 7th, all titles have a huge 30 per cent off. So if you fancy reading my time-bending short story A Man Out Of Time,  the shifter short Alpaca Lies, May to December romance in Piano Man or the hot celebrity anthology Starstruck, click on the banner below to go to the Dreamspinner store and start shopping…

Keeping Him Safe Is Released Today

Keeping Him Safe, my MM contemporary novella that mixes suspense with just a hint of the paranormal, goes on general release today. This is, of course, an excuse to show off the ab-tastic cover once more, and share an excerpt from the book.

Here’s the blurb:  Jon is the man of his dreams, but can he prevent those dreams from becoming a nightmare?

Every night, Xander Craig has the same dream. He’s in the shower with a gorgeous stranger, who is shot by a mystery assassin and dies in Xander’s arms. Xander believes this dream is tied to his guilt over failing to prevent the death of his husband, Gary, but his latest assignment as a top-level bodyguard causes him to reassess that belief. He’s charged with looking after wealthy and successful entrepreneur, Jon Kovacs, who’s being stalked by an obsessive, dangerous ex-boyfriend. As soon as Xander sees Jon’s photo, he knows this is the man in his dream.

Xander escorts Jon to a remote safe house on the cliffs, as a police manhunt for Jon’s ex, Cody, takes place. He and Jon start to fall for each other. Xander knows he’s crossing a line, but he can’t help acting on that attraction. While he and Jon are sharing intimate moments, is Xander’s dream about to become violent reality?

Reader Advisory: This book contains references to stalking, one scene of violence with some gore.

And here is the opening of the book –  and this excerpt is hot!

He woke to the aroma of fresh coffee. It had a been a while—long enough for him to almost forget how good it smelled. Almost, but not quite.

Xander hauled himself into a sitting position. Beside him, the sheets were rumpled but still warm. Gary could only have been out of bed long enough to make the coffee, and maybe put some pastries in the oven to heat.

The clock on the nightstand showed that it had gone eight. Xander never slept so late when he was alone. He swung his feet out of the bed. Sunlight slanted in through a crack in the curtain and the polished floorboards were warm beneath his bare feet. Looks like it’s shaping up to be a beautiful day.

Had Gary told him he would be arriving back from Portland last night? He couldn’t remember. Given that he’d been asleep when Gary had arrived, he doubted it. If he’d known, he’d have waited up for the moment his lover had come through the door, so he could have made up for all the time they’d spent apart. And Gary had slipped between the sheets without waking him, even managing to avoid the creaky board on his side of the bed. Xander often joked that Gary would make the perfect ninja assassin.

He drank deeply from the mug that had been left for him, savoring the strong, rich taste of the coffee. The beans were some crazily expensive mountain blend Gary bought from a high-end deli in the East Village. Xander would have called him a fool for spending that much if it hadn’t tasted so damn good.

The sound of running water came from the adjoining bathroom. Xander’s cock, already swollen in his usual morning hard-on, stirred further at the thought of Gary in the shower. Something else he hadn’t been able to enjoy in far too long. Leaving his coffee half drunk, Xander went to join him.

Even through the steamed-up door of the shower stall, the outline of Gary’s wet, naked body was visible. He had his face turned to the wall, giving Xander a mouthwatering view of his muscled back and rounded ass. Xander ached to bury his length in the crack between those full, firm butt cheeks.

“You got room for one more in here?” he asked, pulling open the shower door.

Gary didn’t turn around, but he gave a murmur of assent. The spray had plastered his dark curls to his scalp and Xander pushed the wet hair aside so he could nip at Gary’s neck.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He sighed. “You smell so good, you know. And you taste…” To emphasize his words, he licked along Gary’s shoulder blade. “I was thinking we should go somewhere, just the two of us. I can’t remember the last time we took a vacation together. And God knows I need to take some time away from work. I mean, I love working for the agency, but…”

Gary said nothing. One of the many things Xander loved about him was that he was content to listen, only offering his advice if Xander needed it. It made him a great personal counselor to his students.

“Though next semester you’ll be back in New York, right? No more of that visiting professor nonsense. And maybe I’ll get an assignment that keeps me here for a while.”

Xander trailed his fingertip down Gary’s arm. He brought it to an abrupt halt as he noticed the tattoo adorning his lover’s biceps. A swirling, vaguely Chinese pattern in black and red which Xander had never seen before. When the hell did you get that done? He bit back the comment, though he couldn’t help wondering if Gary had been living a secret life in Portland. A life that involved getting ink done. Maybe it’s not a joke. Maybe he is some kind of ninja…

That was ridiculous. Gary had obviously wanted to surprise him. Hadn’t Xander mentioned a number of times how sexy he found tattooed skin? Still, he couldn’t help thinking something wasn’t quite right.

You need that vacation, he told himself. You spend too much time around paranoid people and you’re getting as crazy as they are.

Reaching around their pressed-together bodies, he took hold of Gary’s cock. Some things, at least, didn’t change. It was already half hard, growing even bigger as Xander ran his hand along it. For a moment, he wondered if he might find a ring piercing its tip—more evidence that Gary had gotten in touch with his wild side while he’d been out of town. The thought was oddly sexy and Xander tugged harder, caressing Gary from root to crown, almost causing him to rise on his toes with every stroke.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard,” he growled in Gary’s ear. “Gonna have you screaming my name as I fuck you. You like the sound of that, huh?”

Keeping Him Safe is available from Amazon US, Amazon UK and Pride Publishing.