This week’s erotic author in the spotlight is Sean Michael. Sean writes just about the hottest gay erotic fiction you could ever hope to find, and is published by Totally Bound. Just check out the free excerpts from his books in his spotlight below if you don’t believe me. Sean also writes hetero erotica and menage stories – and he carves sex toy shapes out of soap, in case all of that wasn’t interesting enough.
If you’d like to read about other erotic authors you can find the Erotic Author Spotlight Series here. Erotic author and interested in your own free feature post at Cara Sutra? Find the call for submissions page here.
I run a similar free promotional offer for sex bloggers and sex toy reviewers. You can find the Sex Blogger Spotlight Series page here, and the call for submissions (the Q&A and other info to send me) here.
Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with your info – whether author or blogger – and I will reply with your spotlight date. This will be the next available Monday for authors and the next available Thursday for bloggers.
– Cara Sutra
Sean Michael was first published nearly fifteen years ago, back during the dawn of the ebook. Now a prolific author with over 200 books of varying sizes (it’s not the size it’s the happiness of the ending that matters), Sean lives in Canada so it’s no wonder that Sean’s favourite things are cool weather, snow and lots of smut (not necessarily in that order). While Sean knows that smut doesn’t actually fix everything – otherwise that leaky hot water tap in the tub would no longer be dripping – Sean’s a firm believer in smut making everything better – who cares that that leaky tap is still dripping!
You can find a list of Sean’s books at www.seanmichaelwrites.com.
Hello to everyone at Cara Sutra and thank you for taking the chance to find out more about me and my books! My newest release Bruised, was out last Friday the 17th. The two main characters in this new book are into marking; I’ve briefly outlined here why I think marking is sexy.
As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, Billy from Bruised was ‘born’ when I saw this man and I thought that he would bruise beautifully. It was just a random thought that crossed my mind, probably because his skin was unblemished and pale, and because there was an innocence in his face that begged to be debauched.
Billy doesn’t realize how much he needs and wants the rough play that he and Johnson indulge in, but Johnson has the same thoughts I did when he first sees Billy. Lucky for him Billy was totally into it once Johnson began.
I think that marking is very sexy for a variety of reasons. A passionate embrace can result in bruises from fingers digging in so deep they leave marks, or what about bruises left from being slammed up against the wall for kisses and more? That rough, desperate, I need you now mark is very visceral. Then there’s the whole idea of leaving a mark as a sign of possession. A bite mark that says, this one is taken so back off – this one is mine. In some stories there is also the taboo element. Say a character isn’t out or has a job where they need to be very circumspect. Leaving something as simple as a hickey where it can be seen in a situation like that is making a statement. Not caring because you love the person who is leaving the hickey, conveys the power of your feelings.
Billy and Johnson love the play of pain and pleasure, and they both enjoy seeing the bruises their lovemaking has left – reminders later on as to how amazing it was.
Here is the blurb and excerpt from Bruised, as well as two others of my books with Totally Bound!
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?
Free excerpt from Bruised
His fingers traced the line of Billy’s neck, the dark mark hot under his touch, pulse throbbing. “Jesus, Billy, I want to do this again. I want to bruise you until I can feel the heat of your blood against me.” He shuddered. The words sounded…sick. And good and right and oh, fuck he wanted.
“Oh, sweet fuck.” Billy’s mouth crashed against his own, tongue pushing deep, thrusting hard.
He moaned, fingers moving over Billy’s skin, bruising as the kiss built in urgency.
“You make me ache. Shit. Never felt like this.” Billy was groaning, shuddering against him.
“I know. I… I can’t stop touching you.” He did turn Billy then, putting the compact body beneath his own and grabbing onto the tub’s edge, rocking hard. He gazed down at his marks, pleasure shooting along his spine each time he found a new one.
“Don’t stop. Christ, I… Just don’t stop.” Billy lifted his head, crying out, throat working.
He didn’t stop, but he did bend his head and suck hard at the skin over Billy’s Adam’s apple. He could feel it moving beneath his lips as Billy swallowed, could feel Billy’s cock slide along his belly and he ground down harder.
“Oh…” The long, low sound vibrated against his lips, Billy’s hands on his head.
Growling, he slid his lips along to the small hollow where collarbones and neck intersected, using his teeth on the skin. He fucking jonesed on the way Billy arched, the way that cock slapped against him.
“Shit. Oh, fuck. Bird. Man. So fucking hot.” Damn, that drawl was sexy, rich, and needy, and fine.
“You gonna give it up for me?” he asked, licking at the skin behind Billy’s ear. Oh, it was soft here and unmarked. He started sucking.
Billy’s answer was a soft keening, those hips jerking furiously against him, water splashing everywhere. Oh, fuck yeah… He did that. He made Billy want, and need, and writhe. There was a splash of heat on his chest, a sob on the air, then Billy relaxed, panting.
He licked at the mark he’d just sucked up, relaxing against Billy, the water keeping him buoyant enough he wasn’t crushing the man.
“I’ve come more in the last eighteen hours than I have in the last three months.” Billy sounded sated, stunned.
“I aim to please,” he teased, chuckling against Billy’s skin.
Malting, book one in the Beer And Clay series
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.
Free excerpt from Malting
Oh, fuck. Damon was going to teach this fine son of a bitch about everything.
He reached for the lube and a condom, made sure that Toby saw both. They’d move on to new and different, bigger and better plugs after they’d made love.
“I’ve never… Not with a person.”
“You want to? I want to. I want to bury myself inside you and make you fly.”
“I’m going to take that as a yes.” He let Toby watch as he opened the lube and slicked up his fingers.
Those eyes stared at him, wide, hungry. Wanton. So eager. It was intoxicating. “I’ll start with one finger.”
Not that he thought for a second that would hurt Toby. Hell, the man’s body was stretched enough for two, no problem, but the tease was part of it, the build-up.
He slid it in and out, in and out, pushing past the tight ring of muscles each time.
Toby’s entire body relaxed, focused on his touch. Oh, this boy was a treat. Damon pushed his finger deep, then changed the angle and did it again, searching for that sweet nub. When he found it, Toby’s legs spread wider.
Sexy, sensual fucker. He kept fingerfucking Toby, hitting that sweet gland over and over. Tiny, happy moans sounded, Toby’s lips barely parted. He slipped a second finger in with the first, adding more lube to the mix. Toby took him easily, moaning softly.
“Eager, stunning boy.” He hit Toby’s gland again and spread his fingers apart to increase their stretch. He watched Toby’s belly clench and tighten, ripple for him.
“I’m adding another finger,” he told Toby softly, adding more lube to his fingers and pushing the third alongside the first two.
Toby hummed, the sound pure hunger.
“You ready for me, honey? Want to feel my cock spreading you open and filling you up?”
A soft moan answered him, lips parted, damp.
He put on the condom, his hand slicking down over his own length, and he lubed the glove up.
Then he pushed Toby’s legs farther apart and settled between them.
“Going to pop your cherry, honey. Going to let you come on my cock.”
Putting Toby’s legs over his shoulders, he pressed the head of his erection against Toby’s needy hole and began to push. Toby’s sweet hole fought him for a heartbeat, then the tip of his cock popped in.
Opening Moves, book one in the Chess series
Threesome Rook, Knight and Bishop make Jason an offer he can’t refuse. Can the four of them be exactly what they each need? Find out in this Opening Move.
Rook, Knight and Bishop have been searching for a fourth man to join their threesome for quite a while when Knight meets Jason, the live model in the art class he’s auditing. He thinks that Jason is the perfect man for them and his lovers Rook and Bishop quickly agree. The trick will be convincing Jason…
Join these sexy men as they make their Opening Moves.
Free excerpt from Opening Moves, book one in the Chess series
Rook’s tongue teased his, those fingertips rubbing across the tip of his cock through his pants and underwear. His breath came faster, his heart slamming harder. Oh, God. Oh, fuck. He tensed, his body wanting to run.
“Shh. Shh. Just let it happen. So sweet and sexy.”
“Please. I don’t…”He didn’t know what to do.
“Let me make you feel good.”
Rook’s hand slid, rubbed him. His thighs spread, his body beginning to rock.
“That’s it, Jason. So pretty.”
The kisses began again.
Slowly, Rook eased him back, leaning over him. That hand was driving him a little crazy, making him want to hump up. Rook shifted, the man’s erection pressing against his thigh. His body shifted, rubbed against that hardness. Rook moaned, the sound needy as hell.
“Oh, honey. Yes. Please.”
He moved again without thinking. Thinking wasn’t helping.
Rook moved against him, pushing to rub them harder together. He moaned into the kiss, hips rolling up so his cock got more friction, more sensation. Rook matched him kiss for kiss, movement for movement—he wasn’t alone in this, not for a second.
His cock ached, so full. Leaking. He missed Rook undoing his pants button, his zipper, but Rook must have, because suddenly his cock was pushing up into the man’s hand.
“Oh. Oh, God.” The world went white hot and electric, that touch perfect.
Rook’s palm pushed against the head of his dick, and then it slipped along his cock, fingers closing around him.
“Please. I’m aching.” He needed something to happen.
“I can help with that.”
Rook held his gaze as the man shimmied down his body. The connection was only broken when Rook took Jason’s cock into his hot mouth.
Jason stopped. The world stopped. Everything stopped.
All he knew was his cock and that wet, tight heat.
Rook took him in and in, swallowing him whole.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck…” He fucked Rook’s mouth, mindless with need.
Rook took it, working his hands beneath his ass and encouraging his movements. The man’s mouth was like a hot vacuum, sucking hard.
“Fuck. Fuck, please.” His balls drew up and his hips slammed forward, and the whole world went grey as he shot. Rook kept sucking—he could feel the man swallow around the head of his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure fucking increasing. He didn’t even go soft.