Mated To The Demon Prince

Sean knows what those wicked, hellfire eyes want. Him, on his knees, taking every finger, tongue, tail, and tentacle.

This is what being corrupted by a demon feels like. It’s the only explanation. Sean’s not supposed to have fangs or know magic, damn it. And this bs where he’s horny and begging all the time? No, not freaking happening. He’s just a nerd—a hot, gay, totally panicky IT specialist—who needs to find a solution to his destroyed business, asap. He doesn’t have time for whatever weird this shapeshifting demon is into. Soot can’t just claim him whenever he wants, over and over again. He’s about to be homeless!

If Sean doesn’t save a witch from a dragon, it’s game over. But he’s changing, turning into someone he doesn’t recognize. He’s not sure if he can play hero, not even when Soot abducts TJ, Sean’s painfully straight crush, to the top of a tower full of witches, gargoyles, and one very pissed off dragon. TJ doesn’t know who to fear more, the demon prince or whatever it is Sean is turning into.

There has to be a way out. Stealing a 3 million dollar hellcat isn’t a binding contract to be a sex thrall, no matter how much his demon master disagrees.

101,000+ wrds, First Published March, 2018.
Heat level: XXX



 Jamie A. on April 1, 2018
on March 31, 2018
on April 1, 2018
WOW! Holy cheese curls!!! This book is scorching hot and makes you thrive on every word. I loved it!! I there were more stars available I would check each one.

Was it possible to go crazy listening to the man who owned the sexiest lips ever? Even if he was talking nonsense at the time, TJ was still the sexiest man Sean ever had the annoyance of arguing with.

“Just one kitten. He’s so small, he’s like half a kitten. You’d barely notice him.”

Crazy. TJ was going to drive him crazy. “There’s no way in hell.” Sean decisively typed out a string of code and hit enter. “No.”

“Please, man?” TJ whined over the wireless headset Sean was failing to ignore. “He has nowhere else to go. I swear, once you meet him, you’ll totally fall in love. He's the cutest little ball of fluff. And his eyes! Oh, Sean, if you saw his eyes, I just know you'll love him.”

TJ was his friend of forever and an all-around animal lover. Sean usually didn’t hold it against him until moments like this. Moments which were growing more frequent as TJ decided he was lonely and needed an animal friend to brighten his days. Sean didn’t need a cat; he needed a boyfriend. A hot, sexy, preferably fur-free boyfriend who didn’t meddle in his life.

“Stop calling me from work trying to get me to adopt one of those four-legged beasts.” Sean squinted at the nearest of his four computer monitors. “I have enough problems without adding a kitten into the mix. Do you even understand what their fur will do to my setup?” He had three computers dedicated to IT work, and he couldn’t risk them being clogged up by fur, or fleas, or whatever the hell the little beasts covered themselves in. Pets. Why the hell would TJ think he wanted a pet?

TJ, who worked at the local animal shelter, didn’t even pause at Sean’s bitchy tone. “I'm sending you a picture. Once you see him… Ha.” The sounds of a digital camera snapping filtered through his headset as TJ chased down the prospective kitten.

“Leather couch. I have a fucking leather couch,” Sean growled determinedly. “Do you even know how much the blinds on my windows cost? I’m not letting some little clawed monster near my Egyptian cotton sheets. It would be a fucking disaster.” There was no way in hell he was taking in a mangy cat. He didn’t care if it was a baby and it needed a home. He hated pets, and he most certainly hated fur. “I’m allergic,” Sean added in the hopes of stopping the conversation flat.

“Liar.” TJ snorted derisively, only to hiss a moment after. “Oh, claws are not for hugging, little guy. Shit.” The sounds of him struggling with what Sean could only assume was a monstrous kitten with ten extra claws filled his ears. “I emailed you the photo,” TJ returned after a moment. “He's adorable. You have a huge fucking apartment and no one to enjoy it. Stop pretending rooms are for things. Love him, and take him home, and stop being a miserable bastard about everything.”

Sean closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The only person he wanted to take home and love currently wouldn’t shut the fuck up and leave him alone. He never should have answered the phone.

Sean’s computer chimed. It was his personal computer, the only one not currently being used to remote into a customer’s hard drive for virus clean up. Damn it. Sean sighed as he rolled his chair to the side and woke the computer from its screensaver mode. He paused and licked his lips when the desktop image appeared. It was a closeup of a hot, short haired man being spit roasted by two buff guys cut mostly out of the shot. It was no accident the hottie in the middle looked just like TJ. Sean spent hours photo-collaging the image to ensure TJ looked as depraved and ruined as possible.

“Well?” TJ prompted excitedly as the silence stretched on.

Sean inhaled sharply and pulled his hand up from where he was unconsciously reaching for his half hard dick. “I don’t want a cat.”

“Just because you don’t like pussy doesn’t mean you can’t like a kitten,” TJ teased cheerfully. “Come on, look at him. He’s adorable. You know you want him.”

Sean grunted at the bad joke and opened the email reluctantly. A pair of bright, blue eyes surrounded by gray fur glittered back from the screen. “I’d have preferred a dick pic. It's hideous.” Sean clicked the email closed and rolled back to the other monitor while TJ wailed dramatically. Seriously, you’d have sworn he physically assaulted the gray, ugly beast. Although not much larger than his fist, the kitten had a squashed nose and a ridiculous amount of fluff. It looked like the sort of thing Sean might mistake for a giant roaming dust ball when vacuuming. Probably even by accident.

“His eyes, Sean. He has the soul of a poet,” TJ insisted.

Sean rolled his own thankfully poet free eyes toward the ceiling. “Will you stop it already? I don’t want a pet. I don’t have time to feed kittens, and exercise them, and give them, you know…” he trailed off with a wave of his hand.

“Basic human companionship?” TJ supplied flatly.

“Attention,” Sean grunted. “Pets are a time suck. All they do is want food, then they poop the food, and sometimes they sleep. All the other time they want stuff from you. They’re just like people. There is nothing of value in any of it.” Living alone was much better. Easier. Not to mention, if he got a kitten, TJ would come over all the time.

Sean bit his lip and slowly rolled back to the other computer screen. His eyes fixed on the image of TJ being fucked senseless by two faceless men with big dicks. A cat could be the perfect excuse to get TJ to visit more. He could pretend the fluffball was sick or needed training. It could lead to them playing on the floor with TJ all sexy laughs that demanded kisses and blowjobs…

Sean shook his head roughly and reached down to squeeze his hard cock through his sweatpants. Bad. Very bad. TJ was his friend, his completely straight friend. TJ was his shy, sweet, straight friend Sean kept promising to himself he’d stop thinking about sexually. Just… Fuck, but just look at him! TJ was so hot, so unassumingly sexy with those flashing brown eyes and plump lips. He had that hot Latin lover look but with none of the confident swagger. No, TJ was impossibly shy, and it made Sean want to do things to him. Dirty things. Mean things that would have TJ begging him to stop all while cumming a river.

Sean clicked to a folder on his desktop. He teased his tongue over his teeth as he opened up the first of many nude images he had of men who looked suspiciously close to the same build and face of his sexy best friend. He was such a cockslut. Get TJ on his knees in front of a dick, and he would totally be a cockslut…

“This is exactly why you need a pet, Sean. You have no fucking clue how to share your life.” TJ’s voice took on a quality Sean tried very hard to block out as he gave a few experimental tugs on his cock. “You seriously need to get away from your computers before you forget how to talk to people. If you give them a chance, they might even like you.”

“They shouldn’t. I’m a fucking bastard and you know it,” Sean muttered. He closed his eyes as he held onto a mental image of TJ with his ass cheeks spread open, and his fluttering pucker waiting for his tongue, his fingers, his cock. If TJ even knew half of what he thought about when it came to his straight best friend, he would never talk to him again.

“Bullshit,” TJ snapped. “Sure, you say some stupid stuff, but that’s it. Everyone says stupid shit. People like you, Sean. I like you, and I happen to be an amazing judge of character. You should come out with me and some of my coworkers. We have a thing every Friday. It’s super chill, and I know you’d have fun if you gave it a chance.”

“I can’t go out,” Sean said a little too harshly. Fuck, he was so hard. Actually having TJ talking in his ear while he was playing with himself was beyond hot. It really didn’t matter what he was saying, just that it was him. The sound of TJ’s breath, his voice was all Sean needed. He could easily imagine TJ in the room, kneeling between his thighs with those perfect lips of his wrapped around his cock.

Aw, fuck. Sean wriggled in his chair and spread his legs wider. With one hand he pushed his pants down his hips, and with the other he reached in and pulled his hard cock out. Sean held his breath when TJ’s voice returned and washed over him.

“I know. I’m not asking you to actually leave the apartment. I was thinking we might have it at your place.”

“Oh,” Sean murmured as he stroked down his rigid shaft. Fuck, this was such a bad idea. “You want it here?”

“Don’t say no right away. Just hear me out,” TJ rushed on. And fuck, didn’t it just sound so fucking good to have TJ try to convince him to fuck him? To take him, and show him what being with a man would be like? Sean bit his lip and tried to drown out what his friend was actually saying.

“They’re really friendly, really nice. Some even help to train the service dogs, so they understand, you know, about people not all being the same. No one would judge you…”

“Uh huh,” Sean whispered as he clicked to another picture. This one was of a TJ lookalike with his hard dick hanging out of a pair of tight white briefs. TJ’s expression bordered on despair, and Sean made the image smaller so he could see the desktop screenshot of TJ being double teamed at the same time.

“And if you got to know people, maybe you’d be more compelled to want to go out, right? I mean, you can’t want to just stay in your apartment forever.”

“Right.” Sean breathed out slowly. His head tilted back as he thrust into his warm palm. “So right. TJ, could you just…?”

“What? What’s wrong?”

Sean grinned as he reached for the bottle of lube he kept in the desk drawer specifically for browsing porn. “Nothing. Just wondering how many dogs humped you today.”

“Fuck off, you ass. They’re just very enthusiastic to see me.”

“Yeah, but how many?” Sean snickered at TJ’s angry growl. He was forced to bite his lip and fight a moan as his lube-slick fingers wrapped around his cock. Fuck. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last like this. Talking to TJ was far more interesting when he could masturbate. “Two? Three? Seven?”

“Damn it, Sean. I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you. This is important. It might be life changing for you.”

“Uh huh.” His eyes fluttered shut as he slowly fucked into his hand. “So… you were saying?”

TJ huffed as he tried to regain his train of thought. “Damn it, okay. I just think it would be good motivation, something positive to make you want to go out into the world.”

“A kitten?” Sean asked with brows furrowed.

“No, having friends over. That is, well, meeting my friends, making friends, and, you know, getting to know people. I think it’ll help you want to leave your place.”

“TJ, driving me out of my apartment isn’t really… Oh.” Sean’s breath skipped as his balls tightened. Fuck, he was already close, so fucking close. He licked his lips and tried to pull back from the edge. He didn’t want to come yet. TJ in his ear was too fucking sexy to rush.


Hell, if he said his name like that one more time, he was going to blow. “Hold on a sec. I’m trying to focus.”

“Oh. Sorry.” TJ gave him a beat but just couldn’t seem to stay silent for long. “You sound out of breath. Tell me you’re not freaking out over this. I don’t want to freak you out. This is supposed to help, you know?”

“Uh huh. Eight…” Sean murmured as he stroked his cock from base to swollen tip. He squeezed around his sensitive head and slicked his palm in a tight twist before sliding down his shaft again. He was well aware how breathless he sounded and was too far gone to care. He wanted to fuck TJ. He wanted to fuck him hard, relentlessly, until he was crying his name. “Nine.” He glared at the computer screen where his slutty TJ was sucking cock like he was made for it, begging for it. Sean stroked his throbbing length tighter and wondered what TJ’s ass would feel like gripping around him, riding him, as he took every inch of his cock. “Ten.”

“So, what do you think?” TJ prodded, oblivious to how Sean was fading in and out of the conversation.

“How many was it?” Sean chuckled when TJ swore in his ear. “Eleven.”

“Dude, I’m serious. This is… Why are you counting?” TJ’s voice, if possible, became angrier. “Are you exercising right now, you asshole?”

Sean groaned and threw his head back. “I’m seriously trying,” he lied shamelessly as he thrust into his palm again. “Twelve.” TJ would be tighter. He’d be tight, and the noises he’d make being opened by his cock would be loud, desperate. His. Sean’s breath stuttered, and he stilled the rocking of his hips and tried not to give in to the delicious pressure building. “Fourteen,” he shuddered.

“You forgot thirteen,” TJ muttered. “Let me know when you’re done and can actually focus on me.”

He was focused. He was so focused his balls were going to turn blue. “You’re an attention whore,” Sean whispered. He wondered if TJ could hear it, the hard, hungry part of him that wanted him to be his whore. He wanted him always on his knees, waiting for him, TJ’s body his and only his.

“No, I’m just trying to have a conversation,” TJ shot back. “Do you remember those, man? You know, where you don’t stare at a computer all day?”

“I’d go stir crazy… fifteen… if I just sat in front of a computer all day.” Sean’s gaze slipped from the tip of his cock dripping precum, up to the image of TJ with his mouth wide open and full of dick. “What, you want to come to my gym? I’d let you come.” He’d let TJ cum as many times as he wanted. He’d suck him until he was begging for release. He’d fuck that tight hole of his and his mouth; TJ’s lips were made for fucking. They were so plump, so fucking red and perfect for drizzling cum all over…

“Maybe,” TJ mused as the sound of a cage closing echoed over the line. “Free is always good. Gym memberships are so expensive in the city.”

Sean squeezed his eyes shut as a vision flashed in his mind of TJ bent over a weight-bench in a pair of skimpy shorts tangled around his sneakers. TJ’s face and shoulders were bright red, his caramel toned ass and thighs rock hard and wet with sweat. The moans he made were so perfect as he took Sean’s cock and every hard, demanding thrust he pounded into him.

“Fuck.” Sean grit his jaw tight, and his head fell back as his entire body jerked in the computer chair. He came with a drawn-out growl as hot, milky streams of cum pulsed from his tip and splattered onto his sweat drenched stomach and flexing abs.

“Ha, you know, on second thought…” TJ chuckled awkwardly, the sound nearly drowned out by barking as he passed the kennel. “I don’t want to tell you what you sound like, man, but it’s obscene. Pornographic. I hope you go to the gym alone, or people might get the wrong idea.”

Sean, who covered his hand over the mouthpiece of his headset to keep from letting TJ hear the many swears he was cursing as he tried to recover his breathing, returned to his counting in a more even tone. “Twenty… Twenty-one…”

“You’re so full of shit,” TJ exclaimed. “You’re at fifteen, tops.”

“Do you want to count?” Sean’s grin felt too tight on his face as a familiar depression sank around him. It was a dream, a lie of his head. It was always going to be a fantasy even with TJ’s voice whispering in his ear. “What exactly are you saying?” Sean reached for the box of tissues he kept in the same drawer as the lube and wiped the cooling cum from his stomach. “You think when guys do pushups it sounds like they’re fucking? Pervert.”

TJ snorted. His voice was a little too high-pitched when he retorted, “No, I think when you do pushups it sounds like you’re cumming. Totally different, you deviant.”

Sean stared moodily at the ceiling, his mind still full of images of TJ acting like a hungry cockslut for him. Not real. Fuck, it wasn’t ever going to be real. Sean ran his fingers over his chest and thumbed his nipple through his t-shirt. “Just how often do you think about me cumming, straight boy?”

“Gah, stop being gross! I said it sounded. Sounded! I didn’t say I was thinking about it.”

“Right, right. My mistake.” Sean gave TJ enough time to think he let it drop, then added in a low voice, “You’re thinking about my dick right now, aren’t you?”

“Damn it!” TJ yelped while Sean chuckled darkly.

“Hey, you’re the one bringing up fluffy pussy and cum jokes. You’ve got a filthy mind, TJ. I swear you called me just so you could have someone to traumatize.”

TJ’s breath hitched, and all the laughter drained from his voice. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“For fuck sake,” Sean growled. “What, you think because I can’t leave the building, I can’t handle a dirty joke?” His voice was edged with an anger sourced straight from his own guilt. He was jerking off to the sound of his best friend’s voice while TJ—fucking perfect prince TJ—was worried he hurt his feelings.

“You know I would never…” TJ’s words were so slow and cautious, Sean couldn’t bear to hear them. Fuck, he was such an asshole. The things he wanted to do to TJ felt like a sick, demented disease he wasn’t ever going to be free of. He couldn’t have him. He wanted him, and he was never going to have him, and he was just fucking everything up no matter how much distance he tried to put between them. Why the fuck did he keep doing shit like this?

“Sean?” TJ called worriedly. “I said I was sorry.”

“Stop. It’s fine. I’m just fucking with you,” Sean snapped, desperate to have the conversation drop. “Stop acting like some virginal princess who can’t handle a dick joke. It’s just a fucking joke.” Sean groaned internally as he heard the callous words tumble from his mouth. Fuck, he was just digging a hole straight to Hell at this point. He was such an asshole. TJ was a virgin and so fucking sensitive about it, and still, still the perfect fuck was focused on trying to make sure Sean’s feelings weren’t hurt. Shit, why couldn’t he stop being such a dick?

Sean went to pull his pants up, and his gaze fixed on a droplet of cum he’d missed. His eyelids grew heavy as he thought of TJ licking at his skin to clean it. He’d hold it, savor it, a spot of pearly white on his red tongue. “You thirsty?” Sean asked. He couldn’t stop himself even now, even after having once again said something totally shitty to his best friend.

“Uh, a little, I guess,” TJ answered, his tone subdued. “Why, is my voice weird? I was shouting at one of the dogs earlier. It slipped its leash and booked it straight for the street.”

Sean closed his eyes and bit his lower lip hard. TJ sounded like he was sucking cock. He sounded like he was waiting for cum to be dribbled onto those perfect lips of his. He sounded like he was panting in his ear, inches away while touching himself.

“About the cat…” TJ was definitely more subdued. He was being cautious, tiptoeing around him, and Sean hated it.

“The pussy?”

TJ paused, and this time the awkward silence didn’t fill with laughter. “You know what I mean.”

Sean did, and he took no joy in harassing TJ over it. For whatever reason, TJ was a glutton for punishment today and still hadn’t hung up. He’d been calling him every day now. Sean wasn’t exactly sure why, but maybe he was really worried about the ugly little cat.

“The kitten. He’s a boy, for one. Not that you can tell when they’re so little.” TJ’s tone changed as he tried to lighten the mood like the upstanding, unattainable, perfect being he was always going to be. “He needs someone to love him, Sean. He’s all alone in the world and, well, when I see him I think of you.”

Sean sighed heavily. “Thanks, that totally makes me not want to slit my wrists. Care to throw in how I suck at dating and will never be happy as well?”

“Fuck—Sean, that’s not what I meant!” Sean was pretty sure he could literally hear TJ’s heart crack through the headset. “I want to bring the kitten over so you can meet him. What are you doing today?”

“Jerking off. All day,” Sean said without humor. It was probably true. He couldn’t stop thinking about TJ. Getting away with masturbating while on the phone with him sure as fuck hadn’t helped anything. TJ heard him cum. TJ heard him cum, and even thought he heard him cum. Fuck, yeah, he could totally jerk off to that for an entire day.

Sean sat up and tucked away the tissues and bottle of lube as he waited to see if his rude comment had pushed TJ to hang up or not. “When’s a better day?” TJ persisted, the stubborn fuck, his voice obnoxiously cheerful.

Sean grinned bitterly. “You ever think maybe you’re crowding me, man? I’ve got a shit ton of work to get done.”

“Take a break,” TJ snapped, and all the pleasantries stripped away. “I haven’t seen you in weeks, dipshit. It’s not like you have anywhere to go.”

Angry swearing. The perfect prince was close to breaking. Sean stood from his chair and headed for the kitchen. “Oh, are we throwing that in my face now? Maybe if you spent more time dating instead of worrying over my pathetic ass, you’d be laid by now.”

“My fuck—Sean! No. Giving a fuck about you is not worrying, first of all. Second, you are not pathetic, and I’m so fucking sick of you saying shit about yourself like that.”

Sean rolled his eyes. He should have insulted the cat. TJ was less likely to go into lecture mode when he wasn’t saying truthful as shit stuff about himself. “Uh huh, yup, I’m a perfect angel. You’re right, I’m brilliant. Genius. Yes, I’m a genius.” Sean kept his voice a bored drawl even as agitation tensed his muscles tighter and tighter. He hated this. He hated this more than TJ trying to get him to make friends like he was some pathetic outcast on the playground.

Sean stalked back into the living room and paced as TJ angrily rattled off all the many reasons he wasn’t a piece of shit while Sean continued to treat his best friend like a piece of shit.

“Are you done?” Sean asked when TJ finally took a breath.

“No. You’re an asshole,” TJ added sharply. “You’re totally being an asshole right now. You’ve been acting like an asshole for ages, and I’m sick of it. Stop being an asshole, Sean!”

This was when he was supposed to ask TJ something embarrassing that would send him over the edge and hang up with the declaration of never talking to him again. It was on the tip of his tongue, but Sean couldn’t bring himself to actually say it. If he were a decent human being, he’d just tell him. He’d tell him he loved him. TJ could have a nice cry about how he could never love him back, and then—only then—would it be a promise that TJ would never, ever talk to him again. Because, for whatever fucked up reason, TJ kept coming back no matter how shitty Sean acted.

Sean sighed dejectedly and threw himself into his chair. “Fine.”

“W-What? Wait, what?” TJ stuttered in shock.

“Bring the cat down,” Sean grunted. “Just don’t expect anything. I need order, and a fluffball will only fuck up everything. Not to mention litter boxes are totally disgusting.”

“Please, not having a litter box is way grosser,” TJ joked half-heartedly. “Uh… okay, then.” He managed to not sound happy even though he’d gotten the answer he wanted. Sean was far too used to that tone. He worked hard to make sure TJ wasn’t happy around him.

Fuck, he hated his life.

TJ coughed nervously. “Sean, about Friday. I really do think it would…”

An odd sensation weighed the air around him, and Sean blinked as the hair stood up on his arms. He looked up nervously as the lights faded and buzzed through the apartment. “What?” Flashes suddenly sparked and cracked alarmingly around the room, and he jumped out of his seat with a yelp. “Fuck!”

Sean whirled around, turned back to his computer, and stared in growing dread as the project he was working on for the last two hours flickered strange, glowing symbols.

“Oh, fuck. Mother fuck, no. No, no, no!” Sean grabbed at his hair as sparks shot up all around his computers.

“What… Sean? What a… his…?”

Sean twisted the headset off his ear so he didn’t have to hear TJ’s static confusion. This couldn’t be happening. Hours of work gone. Hours.

The flashing abruptly stopped, but Sean’s work screen didn’t return to normal. A single, large symbol stretched across the otherwise blank screen.


He reached forward and clicked the monitor power, but nothing changed. The symbol remained on the screen, an obnoxious purple burning toward hot pink the longer it glowed. His mind whirred, and Sean crossed the hardwood floor with large strides to the windows. He shoved the blinds aside and peered down with dawning horror at the moving truck out front of his apartment building. “Aw, fuck. This can’t be happening.”

Spirit Movers. Fucker.

“Sean, what the hell is happening? Why is my phone screen glowing purple?”

TJ’s voice finally jolted Sean back, and he twisted his headset into place. “It’s a witch. A witch is moving in.”

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Hey, babes! <3

Hellcat’s first draft is done. I’m in the process of prettying it up and getting a cover ready. Also working on a cover for the fabulous Wendy (who I need to email back ^^;) Also starting a fun little smut fic of the exclusive kind on the website where Raider is passed around for a while. First scene is already up. Good times.

Poll results

You know how sometimes you feel like you’re stuck with two choices, and then someone comes along in an angelic voice and goes ‘Why not both?’ Yup, that’s where I am right now. Why not both? The Paranormal Academy for Troubled Boys is one of those series that has a message for everyone, just some people can’t hear it because of the sex or the swears. I think of it like some people are inflicted with this terribly painful illness where every time they hear a profanity or come across graphic sex scenes, they cringe. Writing clean is like writing for the human-impaired. They can’t be comfortable with themselves enough to realize words don’t hurt them; their perception of words hurt them. And that’s okay cuz they still want to read a story too, one which doesn’t make them cringe. Lol, or not to offend the fuck out of everyone reading this, let’s just say they don’t like explicit books and they have a right not to. XD So, this has now led to the idea of creating a ‘clean’ Demon Arms book under a new pen name. And when I set up Patreon, I would set up 2. One under the Sadie Sins pen name where the story received for a $1 a month would be the explicit Dorian Black story, and the story under the ‘clean’ pen name would be the censored Dorian Black. Why do both? I still want to reach as wide and audience as possible with Patreon which means nothing adult, but also because the responses from my readers (especially the emails) revealed a story the poll didn’t.

Sadie, don’t stop writing smut!

Don’t worry, babes, I will not. I think writing smut is actually saving the world—I know, so lofty for a fuck fic. Let me explain. When I walk into a bookstore, I see the culture wars on the shelves. How to step on backs to win in business arose a new market of how to win at business without being a shark. Books claiming health comes from eating vegetarian brought books that said to only eat vegan, which brought books of Paleo (to the cries of I need some fucking meat) to books to eat air—this is a real thing. It’s like watching a conversation or argument right in front of you on those shelves. You know the conversation that has to happen in the dark because society makes people so ashamed? Erotica. Sex. Romance has some leeway, cuz hey, sex is alright if it’s ‘love.’ Like saying having fingers are okay if you only use them for typing, otherwise cover them up and hide them away. What’s wrong with your fingers? Nothing, and there is nothing wrong with sex. Marketing is extra dangerous about this kind of thing because it has the power to create cultural and societal movements through perception. Marketing creates an illusion that all your friends and neighbors and anyone in the know is following a trend. Peer pressure—they warn you about it with bullies but not with marketing. The Internet exaggerates it--you're familiar computer screen telling you that the huge world of the Internet believes this. Sometimes marketing goes the opposite; only the elite few know about this secret. Be one of us and be special. It doesn’t take much for an idea to sink in that it’s a norm. When you hear a million people are into a new exercise fad, you don’t think wow, out of the billions of people on the planet, only 1 million means it’s less than 0.01% of the population. Our brains don’t jump that way. A million is everyone and you’re weird for not doing it too. Censorship is one of those things where they want you to think everyone feels this way which is why all the big platforms have to follow suit. They don't have conversations about it, they just erase what they don't like. They have to or their readers will revolt—it’s not for religious reasons to satisfy a small percent of the population who morally judges the rest of us. No, it’s totally a business move. (this is sarcasm, just in case it's not clear. XD) Censorship is for the uncomfortable—the percent of people insecure about their bodies to the point they need explicit sex to disappear from the market for them to feel safe. The same way bigots need gay people or poc to disappear so they can feel safe about the world they live in. Why do I compare these? Because it's the same to me. Something natural in the human form is singled out and labeled 'unnatural' and then ethics and morals and gods and even science (there were movements to try and prove through science different races weren't really human so not worthy of equal rights) are all created to justify those beliefs. Ethnic cleansing and genocide still happen to this day among so many people who are okay with themselves and others. When Trump was elected, it made it feel like every neighbor you had might be a white supremacist if you lived in America because millions voted for him. It’s not the case but it’s how the human mind is limited in its perception. A million = everyone. One bad thing on the news is happening everywhere. One rational reason to hurt many is accepted because it's seen to be accepted already. So in censorship I see consequence of normalizing self shame and self hate. Sex is normal and healthy, and sex fantasies are just as much so, no matter the form they come in. It’s why I focus on taboo subjects because someone has to show that it’s okay. It’s normal—and it’s fucking sexy to write! Not being allowed to have those fantasies is far more detrimental than whatever ‘eroding of civilization’ the fear mongers trot out when they cry for censorship. Repression leads to shame, self hate, suicide and disconnect from the body. There are still cultures where they think being gay or gender fluid is a crime punishable by death. It can make it scary to notice gay books being censored more than straight ones because those censoring are deciding some ideas are okay only if they're between a man and a woman. Censorship feeds those dangerous ideas that being normal isn’t normal and deserves to be destroyed. It can compel someone with absolutely normal sexual urges to go into a gay club in Florida and start shooting. Censorship creates the next generation of broken people who don’t even understand the message is a lie, because the push back against that message isn’t on the shelves. It’s hidden away in the gutter and dark 'protecting' people from their natural thoughts. Censorship asks normal people to not be themselves so others can be comfortable. Ridiculous. We shouldn’t be cutting off our limbs to make those uncomfortable with their bodies feel okay about the world. You just bleed out because you’re not allowed to be whole, and the broken still hate themselves because they can’t accept their sexuality, or they can't stop feeling their self identity is infringed upon when other people exist naturally with a different sexuality, or skin color, or language (insert irrational reason here) than their conceived norm. Censorship and self hate aren't norms, they just appear to be because millions are still quick to hate themselves and fit themselves into little ugly boxes to make those around them happy--or more, to have the angry people leave them the fuck alone. Censorship takes money from those who write things being censored--it's an attack on livelihoods. Those okay with the world don't ask for censorship or the erasing of ideas. Only those not okay, only those angry, full of judgement, self hate directed outward demand others be different. And if all those demands were gone? If we were allowed to be how we are in a natural state not ashamed of self, our bodies, our skin, our urges, would we hurt others so much? I don't think so. You already stop hurting yourself when you accept who you are. That's one person every day who is hurt less. I bet the number is exponential when it's everyone. So, in this clean project, I just want to offer a little grain of hope that if you learn to love yourself as you are, and allow others to be as they are, you won’t suffer so much. The same message you find in Demon Arms, just translated for those who cringe. Lol, that was a wall of text. This was supposed to be a short newsletter since I woke up late. Huh, that’s what I get for tripping over the soapbox again. XD Goodies down below. <3 Hope you enjoy.

The Detective's Pleasure - $0.99

“You’ll kneel for me without me having to tell you to. And when you do, you’ll feel so much better. Trust me.” - Detective Sam Roberts Officer Ryan Bennett: An ambitious and smart young officer on Houston’s police force. He’s pursuing a promotion to the city’s elite SWAT team with a single mindedness that won’t accept any outcome but success. But Ryan wants more than a coveted position on SWAT. He wants to give himself up to a strong Dominant who will make him shudder with pleasure beneath a firm yet loving hand. Unfortunately, Ryan has had nothing but failure in that part of his life. Now, he’s hidden that dream away, and refuses to let anyone close enough to see what he truly desires. Detective Sam Roberts: Cool and calm, Detective Sam Roberts is good at reading people, during the day as a detective and at night as a Dom. He sees past the hard layer of arrogance surrounding Officer Ryan Bennett to the hurt submissive hiding beneath. He wants to help Ryan, even though the stubborn young man resists him. He’s determined to help Ryan embrace the soft, giving nature of his submissive side. If Sam is successful, will he give the young officer the very thing he’s wanted for so long?

GAY: 20 Stories Man on Man First Time - $0.99

20 of the filthiest m/m stories with the biggest men all in one box set!            

Deep Magic: A Mythological Romance - Free

Where does magic end and love begin? Oliver Evans spent his youth spinning one tall tale after another until it got him over his head in trouble. Returning as an adult to his grandmother's cottage in Aberdaron, Olly is determined to put his past behind him and settle down. But the misty Llŷn Peninsula hides dangerous secrets. Olly is torn between the Longing, a powerful force driving him away from the only home he has ever known, and the growing conviction that the merman prince of his childhood make-believe is real--and in desperate need of Olly's help. There is more truth in Olly's stories than he realises. If he is to have any chance of righting past wrongs and rescuing his prince, Olly must navigate the truth in his old stories and discover the magic right in front of him. But Olly has a powerful enemy on the ​Llŷn, an ancient king who would like to end Olly's story-telling permanently. Written for the M/M Romance Groups 2015 Don't Read in the Closet event, Deep Magic is a free gay romance novel produced with the support and effort of members of the M/M Romance Group. A fantasy romance with a gothic bent, Deep Magic will take you deep into Welsh mythology and folklore, featuring the morgen, Welsh mermen, and the notorious water-horse, the Ceffyl Dwr. Deep Magic contains adult situations and should be read with discretion. The story began in Deep Magic continues in Morgen Curse and Morgen Song.

Would you read a non-explicit (vanilla) story of the paranormal academy guys?


Hey peeps,

I have a question for you. A poll, actually. Would you read a non-explicit (vanilla) story of the paranormal academy guys? Okay, so I want to set up a Patreon but I have a lot of difficulty with the idea of something for nothing. It doesn’t sit well with me. Pride, what have you, yeah. I write for a living so let me give you a story. But Patreon is difficult for adult content providers. They bury them, basically. You can’t find them through search engines on the site or outside of it. It basically cripples any adult provider (you know, to protect children. I’m not sure how all these kids are getting jobs and running the economy but instead of locking kids from adult content, we pretend adult content doesn’t exist. It’s an interesting system.) So, if I want to actually use Patreon effectively, I need to keep within their content guidelines for anything I post on there. Enter The Glamorous Dorian Black Paranormal Series. <3 I’ve been kicking around this idea for a while, ever since Dorian insisted he really wants to be a magical stylist. It’s his dream now to glamour people gorgeous and he’s allowed to dream without sparking (thank you, Wylie.) I already have the first book all planned out. It runs along side the Paranormal Academy for Troubled Boys (PATB) but while PATB focuses on romance and an overarching plot started with the discovery of Dante, Dorian’s glamorous story is more a mini series of adventures, mysteries, and magic gone wrong. It’ll be all the guys from the Academy, some new characters outside it, and Dorian having a lot of pissy freakouts as things keep going wrong, his clients end up dead, and he’s not allowed to quit. And you know Dorian, he’d rather drown himself than ask for help. XD I think it’ll be fun and I think the plot is strong enough that I can get away without any graphic scenes. But, there isn’t much point to it if no one is interested enough to read. Ultimately, this is for the fans. These are my incentives so far as I try to figure out what people might enjoy in a Patreon. I’m thinking character cards of all the guys from the Paranormal Academy of Troubled Boys, which I could release one a month to go with the whole Patreon thing, and posters of the same. I need to figure out pricing of everything first to make sure it all fits, but for the lower level stuff I could give away digital downloads, and the higher donations can get physical copies of things. Of course, it would be nothing pornographic but it would be the Academy guys. And, of course, anyone who donates as little as a $1 a month would get monthly episode installments of the Glamorous Dorian Black as it’s written. When KU broke and I faced the fact it wasn’t going to fix itself, I looked at Patreon and ultimately decided to do a subscription site instead because I felt it was too much of a letdown for my current readers with Patreon’s adult limiting policies. I didn’t want to put my financial future in the hands of a website that might decide to censor me out of existence, not after dealing with all the censorship with Amazon and other platforms. At the same time I realized $10 for a subscription is a lot for many of my readers. I’m hoping this will be a compromise. A dollar a story. It took me a year to write Demon Arms, and it’s taking me the same amount of time to write Sorcerer Slayer. I love the world of the Academy, I love the characters, and I know there are a lot of fans who feel the same way. I’m hoping I can use Patreon to give readers a monthly Academy fix without me needing to write a novel in that time. Please, take a click on the poll and let me know how you feel about it. I’m at the last leg of Sorcerer Slayer, just finishing up Hellcat, and I want to get this Patreon situation sorted while I’m in the process of editing Sorcerer Slayer before publishing (the best laid plans and all that.) I’d love to hear your feedback. I can’t seem to figure out how to allow people to comment on the poll, but you can comment on the post at the bottom.

Okay, onto the goodies this week!

The Groom And His Groom — $0.99

Marriage Might Be The Only Way To Get The Guy... Even If Neither Remember Getting Married          

In Pain and Blood — preorder

It wasn't meant to be like this. Dylan's life in the spellster tower has everything he should want: magical knowledge, safety from the King's Hounds and frequent clandestine affairs with women. All at the cost of his freedom. So when the chance to leave the tower—even as a leashed weapon for the King's Army—arises, he seizes it. When his first scouting mission goes awry, Dylan is left alone in a hostile world with the tower a distant beacon of safety. Only the flirtatious Tracker, an elven man whose very presence awakens Dylan's long-repressed desire, can help him return to his old life before the crown discovers his unleashed status. But the risk of being branded a deserter may be the least of his concerns as whispers of an armed presence in the North threatens his home. Dylan must rely on Tracker to protect him even as everything he thought he knew begins to unravel around them.  

My Broken Angel — Free

For those new to my site, you can read any of the freebies on this page just so long as you have a free membership. There was a little confusion last week, and I apologize for any frustration. I added a note on the site to clarify. It’s liability, honestly. I need to protect myself from the crazies who think sex is the devil and its existence is an attack on the minds of the innocent, which means disclaimers and keeping adult content behind walls so children can’t stumble in. Even though laws where I live should support me, the world doesn’t actually work that way, so better to cover my ass.

Demon Bonded #10!

I know, finally! XD

Finally. You can’t come from a place of gratitude unless you stop where you are. I am full of gratitude to see this book out and be able to share it with you all. Ky, Lovely, Feral and Magnificent Night are back, along with the drama of their existence. I warned a little bit before that the format is changing. Demon Bonded started out as 10,000 word episodes of erotica mixed with plot. We’re going to be seeing a switch as plot takes center stage; the erotic nature is still there, more so in later books, but there is a story to tell and each episode will be getting longer because of it. Thanks for hanging in there, loves. Your continued support has made this possible. An artist can be a fragile existence of doubts, fears, and insecurities. I do my best to overcome them all, but it is not a journey taken alone. Thanks for being here for it. As a result, Demon Bonded #10 will be enrolled in Kindle Unlimited for the first 3 months. I have a history of issues with this program, as most of you know. At the same time, I know many of my fans use KU because it’s affordable. You guys are more important than my rants and I want to make sure you can enjoy these stories. For real, there is no point writing if no one is reading. Oh, so Demon Bonded is updated on the website; subscribers can now read the fully edited series. Three are available for Free Members: episode #1, and bonus episodes #1 + #2. Within the next week or so, I’ll be compiling the new versions, making new covers, and re-publishing Demencious Saga and Apprentice Saga, the Demon Bonded bundles, that way you don’t have to go out buying each episode (unless you really obsess over getting the new covers. XD) ARC readers, I’ll be sending an email with episode #10. I’m behind again, of course—pretty sure it’s a default at this point. <3

If you picked up a copy of Blackthorne by Sadie Sins...

Welcome. You're now included in a mm (aka gay, man on man) romance and erotica book list. It's a weekly list that usually includes deals on books in the mm genre of all types, as well as whatever topical stuff I react to at the moment. If this isn't your thing, you are not obligated to remain signed up. If it is your thing, I'm glad to meet you and I hope you enjoy your reading. <3 ~Sadie Sins I'm actually going through the process of unsubscribing those who have never opened the emails. Mailing list services aren't cheap and they charge by the subscriber. So if you suddenly stop getting those emails you've been ignoring, this would be why. ^^

Puerto Rico Needs Our Help

I’m going to come out and say it; I am one of the 50% (I’m certain this number is higher within the states) of Americans who didn’t know Puerto Rico is a territory of America until this disaster struck. It wasn’t something really stressed upon in my education, and it wasn’t talked about in the day to day of the household I grew up in. Maybe if they were allowed to vote, it would be different; suddenly red and blue would be rushing to manipulate the people of Puerto Rico for their vote and they’d be recognized. Because of my ignorance, and because I have readers in Puerto Rico, a few I have thankfully heard from to discover they’re well either through email or Facebook check ins, I wanted to learn more. I want to understand the weight of responsibility and where it’s held during a crisis like this for a territory of the United States. I remember Hurricane Katrina; the looting, the rape, the starvation, the lost—so many people lost and never found again because the government took too long to act. Worse, they didn’t bother to care. I won’t name it racism; we all know it’s racism. No matter how many Black Lives memes try to breathe simple awareness, it feels like white lives are the only ones who get attention (or voting rights.) This week, it was the voices of the angry, offended white people over black people kneeling during an anthem. You couldn’t even have a black person be ‘silent’ in their protest without the screams of others to block them out. All while people, US citizens, were suffering, hungry, and dying on an island who doesn’t have voting rights. Food is rotting, power and communications is scarce. There are those outside of Puerto Rico still waiting to hear from loved ones and they don’t know if they’re dead, or just unable to communicate. I want to stress even though Puerto Rico itself is scrambling to get their people safe, protected and fed, their island has been devastated and resources limited. Think of having your toolbox swept away and rusting in the ocean along with all the things needed to be fixed. Refrigerators full of food but no power, and temperatures where digging a hole to create an old school icebox really isn’t going to do much to preserve the food long. Outside resources including clean water and safe food is needed to keep these people alive until they can rebuild. Vox has an informative article about what’s happening and how to help. At the bottom of the article is a list of places you can donate to support Puerto Rico while America bitches over the right to kneel or stand during a racist anthem that third verse includes the line “No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave.” The writer of the Star-Spangled Banner has been quoted as saying blacks are “…a distinct and inferior race of people, which all experience proves to be the greatest evil that afflicts a community.” A note for the ego; when you can accept your ignorance without the reactions of shame, without the ego getting in the way screaming ‘I’m not a bad person; don’t judge me,’ as it lashes out to prevent feeling small, vulnerable and unloved, you can learn, move forward, and do something in response. We are all learning, we are all capable of being better, but it takes accepting that we don’t know it all in this moment first. We don’t need to perpetuate the same crimes just to keep from looking like an idiot; it has the opposite effect seen clearly from the outside.

May Ally Lee Steinfeld Find Peace

I only discovered this yesterday, and I feel like I'm in mourning for this beautiful trans girl. I don't usually bring this stuff up in newsletters but my mind is here, my heart is here, breaking. The police are ignoring the hate crime aspect - society, authority, the supposed moral core who upholds our laws are ignoring the demented, hate filled purpose of why this 17 year old was killed in Missouri. When it is ignored, it is allowed. An innocent lost her life after being tortured, mutilated and set on fire, and it is allowed because she was trans. Until it is recognized trans are being singled out and victimized for one reason, they exist seemingly different in a sea of unique individuals, there will be no justice. How can we educate when people won't admit to the problem? How can we look to our police to protect us, when they ignore our cries for help? I cannot find peace with this world but I truly hope Ally has. I don't want to hold this pain and build it in the world; I don't want to define the world by the worst. At the same time, I cannot ignore because ignoring allows. Mourning is all I have today for every teenager who fought to have a right to be who they are and shine and was stomped down for it. We all have a right to shine as we are, beautiful and unique.

Demon Bonded #10

The line between humanity and demon blurs... Ky can't catch a break. While trying to come to terms with the murder he helped commit, the wards to his house are broken into by a new master sorcerer. Stewart Moore is condescending, arrogant, and might be Ky's hope or doom in his upcoming trial. The Aeternum, a coven of demon summoners, has laid claim to Tobias’s demons and wand. If Ky can’t convince them he’s going to survive long enough to protect the seven lives he’s bonded to, the coven will forcefully take them. Ky is betrayed when a new revelation concerning Anselm brings his entire existence into question. There’s no one to turn to or trust when his only allies are the abused demons who exploit to survive. Ky is submerged in a world of murder, slavery, and sorcery with no way back to his old life. He’s not who he thought he was; he might have never been. Each episode in this sexy, suspenseful gay monster harem serial is over 10,000 words, and should be read in order to be enjoyed fully.

The Android And The Thief - Wendy Rathbone

Will love set them free—or seal their fate? In the sixty-seventh century, Trev, a master thief and computer hacker, and Khim, a vat-grown human android, reluctantly share a cell in a floating space prison called Steering Star. Trev is there as part of an arrangement that might finally free him from his father’s control. Khim, formerly a combat android, snaps when he is sold into the pleasure trade and murders one of the men who sexually assaults him. At first they are at odds, but despite secrets and their dark pasts, they form a pact—first to survive the prison, and then to escape it. But independence remains elusive, and falling in love comes with its own challenges. Trev’s father, Dante, a powerful underworld figure with sweeping influence throughout the galaxy, maintains control over their lives that seems stronger than any prison security system, and he seeks to keep them apart. Trev and Khim must plan another, more complex escape, and this time make sure they are well beyond the law as well as Dante’s reach.  

Baby For My Omega - Dex Bass

Alpha doctor Adam Albright and omega reporter Oscar Oliphant both need love. Each of them dreams about that special man for starting a family together. But their busy careers haven't let them find what they deeply need. Convinced that he can't find an alpha to love him, Oscar checks in to MPreg Hospital for an artificial procedure to become pregnant. At the hospital, he meets Adam, and he knows they have something very special together. Oscar knows there's no way Adam could be single and working at MPreg Hospital. And even if Adam is single, there's no way MPreg Hospital would allow Adam to love a patient. It can only end badly. Unless Adam risks everything he has for an omega who caught his eye and his heart. Adam and Oscar's love is too strong to be held back. They risk everything for love and fatherhood together.  

The Struggle Within - Tyler May

Through Ryan’s trials, there are three different perspectives: a best friend watching from the outside, a lover desperate to get in, and his own mind. His struggles were theirs. He just didn’t know it. A tragic accident changed Dr. Ryan Jacobs’ life and freed him from a past he thought he’d never escape, but with that freedom came the realization: he could escape the man, but would be bound to the torturous battle within his mind. Fighting for control of his thoughts, he lived recklessly in a life of addiction and the next good time. Wearing a mask of deception, and hiding it beautifully behind his playboy ways, he fooled himself into thinking this was the real him, but he couldn’t fool everyone. Dr. Michael Jonas considered Ryan more than just a friend, he was his family. With the support of his wife, Michael held Ryan’s hand, listened to him cry, and helped him through the hardest events of his life. He could see through the fake smiles and playboy attitude, seeing his best friend for the man he really was. After Michael’s wife had given birth to their first child, Michael vowed never to let pain affect his family again, Ryan included. But Michael carried his own burdens and watching Ryan struggle was harder than he thought. It tore him apart, silently, until there was only one choice. Save his best friend before it was too late.