Release of Wrestling with Destiny

Fresh out of college, Tyler is ready to take on the world—or at least the world of steer wrestling. But after meeting Micah, he comes to realize he’ll have to choose between his two loves—rodeo and his man.

Tyler Lang was a champion steer wrestler at the collegiate level, and now that he’s returned home, he has his sights set for the National Finals in Vegas. His hometown Independence Day parade and rodeo gives him the chance to play the role of town hero, even though it wasn’t an honor he would have pursued. But later, while enjoying a celebratory drink, he runs into Micah Vella, a local rancher who had been a few years ahead of him in high school. Their evening together starts out as two friends watching the Independence Day fireworks. When Micah confesses he is gay, too, Tyler’s careful plans are thrown to the winds.

The couple work to build a relationship, but it’s feeling as if the world is conspiring against them. The pair battle setbacks from a continual plague of problems with Tyler’s gear, attacks that come close to getting them hospitalized and Micah’s father’s diagnosis of a life-threatening illness. With so many things going wrong and their lives in turmoil, Tyler comes to realize.

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Slapout: Chapter 08

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 08

Cullen led his horse from its stall as he prepared to check the flocks. Eli had found the remains of a lamb yesterday so today he was not only checking for birthing issues, but something was getting past the dogs. He slid his rifle into the saddle holster and swung into the horse. The sun would break above the horizon in a few minutes and the day would begin its climb to the staggering heat typical for this time of the year. He enjoyed the early morning silence of the ranch. It seemed quieter here on the high plains than at his family’s farm in Georgia. It might not be as hot back home, but the humidity in the southeast made the air so thick it felt like you could slice it with a knife.

The horse eased to a stop at the gate and Cullen worked past the obstacle. He made his way to the south, and the first water tank in the pasture. Cullen released the windmill, and water began filling the trough. He liked to fill it each day even though it would have lasted for several days. He followed the adage his grandfather always gave about planning for the future.

Once the windmill functioned without a problem, he continued over a ridge marking a change in the terrain. The terrain became broken with grazing becoming much more scattered than closer to the headquarters. He eased the horse onto one trail, worn into the ground by generations of animals moving across the landscape.

After several minutes of searching, he heard the faint sound of the ewes and their guardian dogs. But he could tell by the sounds there was a problem. Cullen hoped he’d showed up early enough to prevent more losses. He urged the horse to a lope toward the flock. He topped the hill to find the sheep packed tight together with the dogs circling them.

Cullen studied the scene and spotted a ewe separated from the flock, and it looked like she was lambing. A few seconds more and he saw the cause of distress for the sheep and the dogs. He caught motion slinking under the camouflage of a clump of sagebrush.

A coyote. No, damn it. A pair.

He grabbed his rifle, snapped it to his shoulder and aimed.  The crack of gunfire echoed across the barren landscape.

“Shit!” Cullen yelled as the pair of predators disappeared. He knew this wouldn’t be the last time they used Eli’s flock as a moving buffet. To make matters worse, they probably had pups. But there was nothing he could do about the coyote right now.

He pulled the mare toward the ewe. She was circling a small area, refusing to go further than a few yards.

She’s got a lamb. Where is it?

Cullen swung his leg over the saddle and dropped to the ground. He let the reins trail from his hands as he searched the surroundings that didn’t seem to contain enough cover for a mouse. After a few steps, he realized the ewe could lead him to her baby.

He stood still and watched the wooly mama. A few minutes passed with them at an impasse before Cullen took a step toward one of the tiny clumps, and the ewe about lost her shit. He squatted and reached inside the grass and his hand landed on a damp textured something.

It didn’t take long to realize he had two newborns on his hands still wet from amniotic fluid, and one upset ewe.

“Take it easy, mama. We’ll get you and your little ones back to the barns. You just be patient.”

He carried two tiny lambs to his horse and after a few seconds realized this would be more of a challenge than he thought. But he got the lambs between him and the saddle horn. The calls of the two little ones and the protests from the mother would make this a long trip.


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UPSTAGED I – OPENING ACT

NEW RELEASE

START OF A NEW SERIES BY S L DANIELSON AND CHERYL HEADFORD

UPSTAGED I – OPENING ACT

Sales Link http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-1804-5-opening-act/

 

BOOK NAME Upstaged I – Opening Act

AUTHORS S L Danielson and Cheryl Headford

PUBISHED BY Extacy Press

WORD COUNT Aprox 75,000

NUMBER OF PAGES 246

GENRE New Adult. Contemporary Romance.

HEAT RATING 3

 

Blurb

Wannabe singer and band front man Erik Von Nordgren hates snarky brit Asher Berkley with a passion. From the moment he turns up at practice with his twin sister Daisy, who is one of the band the two have hated each other.
Through a series of ‘tit for tat’ incidents they annoy, frustrate and exasperated each other. The die hard goth with purple eyes and the hard core rocker with dreams of the big time have nothing in common and no need to cross paths. Except to wind each other up.
Until the day that Erik throws Asher in the school pool, when everything begins to change. Erik is so far in closet he’s in Narnia and Asher has a dark past and trust issues that stand in the way of any relationship, let alone one with the brash American who hurts him every time they try to get together.
A relationship doomed from the start, or so you’d think.

 

Author Bios

S L Danielson

  1. L. (Stephanie) Danielson began writing at the tender age of five. She knew it was her calling from the moment she put pen to paper. In her teens she began writing alternative works and the genre stuck. She created ever more elaborate tales and finally in her early 20’s years began to create works with her new love; male/male romance. She has since written more than 30 works (both solo and collaborations).

Stephanie is classically trained in business, accounting, and HR/training, possessing both an undergrad and graduate degree. She also owned and operated Romance First Publishing where the ultimate goal was to help other unknown, as well as known authors get their start in the publishing world.

Beyond writing, her other hobbies include: painting, gaming, and spending time with her husband and two cherished cats.

Cheryl Headford

Cheryl was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.

Cheryl has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.

Later in life, Cheryl became the storyteller for a re enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.

It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.

In present times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son, dog, bearded dragon (called Smaug of course) and three cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. She’s never been happier since she was made redundant and is able to devote herself entirely to her twin loves of writing and art

 

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Slapout: Chapter 07

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 07

Gage stumbled into the kitchen, lifted a coffee cup from the dish drainer and poured himself a mug of the strong brew he and Ben programed every night so it would be ready when they woke the next morning. The aroma of coffee curled around him as he filled his cup with the dark liquid. He mixed in the sugar and cream he liked until the drink matched the color of milk chocolate.

He lifted the drink and sipped at the steaming liquid. The heat washed down his throat and infused through him along with caffeine. Gage enjoyed the sensation with his eyes half closed. He walked toward Alec intending to wake him for breakfast. As he reached down, he couldn’t help but see the dried remains of Alec’s orgasm.

Shit. He heard us. I told Ben he would but no, he said it would be fine. Well, he can be the one to fuckin’ take care of it.

Gage stomped to their bedroom, ready to tear Ben a new asshole. But then he entered the room, and his resolve melted away. Ben lay across the bed with only a thin sheet over his crotch and his woody tenting the material. Gage drew nearer, leaned close and kissed him on the cheek.

Ben groaned and stretched, ending up almost naked. His eyes opened a slit, then his voice, raspy and deep, curled around Gage. His bristling aggravation melted like a snowball in the middle of a summer afternoon.

Damn, Ben is so fucking hot.

After a few more stretches and a vigorous scrubbing of his eyes, Ben motioned Gage closer. “Come here, sexy. Let’s have some morning fun.”

Gage batted off Ben’s good-natured groping with a chuckle. “Yeah, about that. It would seem we set an example for Alec last night and I’m not going to wake him up and tell him he’s crusty.”

Ben fell back onto the bed, laughing. It took a few minutes for him to calm himself while Gage stood glaring at him with his arms crossed over his chest. Once the laughter dropped to a giggle, Gage tried again.

“Alec is laying on our couch with dried cum all over him. What’re we going to do about it?”

Ben stared at him for a time, wiping the tears from his eyes. But then he gathered himself, rolled from the bed, and started to the living room.

“Hey! You’re only wearing your briefs,” Gage said.

Ben grinned. “I’ll tell Alec to go wash the crusties off. I think undies work.”

Gage sighed as Ben turned down the hallway, but he couldn’t resist following to see what happened. Ben had never been one for subtlety. They would probably end up with everyone embarrassed. Gage stopped at the doorway into the living room as his husband strolled toward their sleeping friend.

Ben kicked the sofa and shouted. “Hey, Alec. Get your ass up!”

Alec groaned and rolled to his back. In the process, he also lost the sheet, exposing himself. Heat flashed over Gage, but he couldn’t tear himself away from the unfolding comical porn routine.

Ben reached down, grabbed Alec’s shoulder and shook him harder. “Alec! Wake your fucking ass up!”

Alec stretched with a low groan, his hooded cock flopping onto his thigh. “Sorry, Ben. I guess I crashed hard.”

Ben grinned and nodded toward Alec’s torso. “Looks like you were hard enough for something else before crashing.”

Alec looked confused and followed Ben’s gaze. He froze at the trails of dried cum and whimpered. He grabbed the sheet and twisted it around himself as he fled to the bathroom chased by Ben’s laughter.


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Slapout: Chapter 06

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 06

The sun had disappeared behind the western horizon, and the first of the cicada began their nightly chorus. After downing more than his share of handcrafted beers, plus a few of Ben’s concoctions, Alec felt the effects of his evening. He’d stayed until late playing cards and by then he was far too drunk to make it home. Eli and Cullen had left hours before, leaving the trio to deal with each other.

Ben put away the deck of cards and studied Alec before chuckling when Alec rose on wobbly legs. “You ain’t going nowhere. You’re shit faced.”

Alec straightened himself, ready to argue that he was fine. But when he did, the room shifted, and Alec sat down hard. When he made another attempt to stand, Ben laid his hand on Alec’s shoulder and held him in place.

The next time Alec focused, he had been stripped to his underwear and put under a sheet. The house was dark as midnight and now that the alcohol was wearing off, his mouth tasted like he’d licked the bottom of an old boot. With a soft moan, he relaxed back onto the couch and laid one arm across his eyes.

When Alec woke again, the night had a feeling of depth it hadn’t last time. He wondered for an instant what had awakened him, then he realized the refrigerator light coated the surrounding area.

“Come on! You’re going to wake him up.” Gage said from across the room. Then he saw there were two silhouettes flickering before the fridge. He stayed quiet and waited to see what might happen now.

“Are you kidding me? He is so plastered he didn’t even wake up when we stripped him and put him on the sofa,” Ben said.

The room went quiet, but the light didn’t change. Enough time passed that Alec wondered what happened, but then he heard a low groan.

“Oh fuck. That’s good.”

Alec froze as Gage’s soft moans filled the room. He squirmed around until he saw their outlines against the light of the refrigerator.

Damn it! They’re fucking. Holy shit.

A second later the soft slap of Gage being bent over their concrete island filled the room. Soon the wet sound of Ben rimming Gage added to the orchestra of hot sex. At that point it became a porn scene, with Alec so turned on that his cock ached.

The grunts and groans of the couple only a few steps away washed over Alec until his orgasm built with their passion. By the time Gage begged to be fucked, Alec had slipped his hand inside his underwear and short stroked his throbbing dick. He froze when Ben stood up, but he realized Ben had moved to give Gage the pounding he needed.

As Ben slid forward, a small squeak escaped from Alec. He’d hoped it had gone unnoticed, but he knew it hadn’t when Ben and Gage froze in place.

An instant later, Gage whispered to Ben. “I think we need to take this to the bedroom.”

There was the faint sound of Ben returning the kiss before he spoke. “Yeah, I think so too.”

With that the room turned dark followed by the sounds of bare feet moving across the wooden floor. The faint sound of their door shutting left Alec holding his cock, which was as hard as he could remember. He considered waiting to relieve himself, but when the sound of renewed sex wafted down the hallway, he knew he wouldn’t make it.

He pushed the sheet down to his thighs then tugged off his underwear and dropped them on the floor. With his legs spread, he slowly stroked his cock, loving the sensation with precum coating its length. Trying to extend his pre-orgasm pleasure, Alec cupped his balls and tugged at them. He also worked his sensitive nipples until he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

His slow strokes did little to delay the orgasm that barreled down on him. He gripped his cock hard as he eased his fist up and down its length. From that point it was only a few more strokes before the rippling pleasure of his orgasm washed over him. His muscles contracted and the first thick strand of white shot across his hairy torso. Before he could do any more than enjoy the ride, a solid dozen strands of cum lay splattered across his body. As he lay trying to recover, he realized silence had again overtaken the house.

I’ll cool off for a few minutes and then clean up so my friends don’t know I jacked-off listening to them fuck.


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Slapout: Chapter 05

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 05

Alec took another sip of the ice-cold beer in his hand. He enjoyed the wonderful deck and its miles of shade cloth. Gage and Ben spent an entire summer building it and lacing the sailcloth to the sturdy frame. When Alec arrived, he’d located one of the cushioned patio chairs and sprawled across it.

Gage waved the enormous set of tongs he used to arrange the coals toward Alec. “How’s the beer? We got it earlier this summer when we spent the weekend in Amarillo.”

Alec swallowed before lifting the bottle in his direction. “It’s damn good beer. I could get to like it.”

Gage lifted the tail of his T-shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It gave Alec the opportunity to check out Gage’s trim body. He took any excuse to enjoy the view provided by his friends. Not that he would try to start anything intimate with Gage, or Ben. They had been together for years, and he had no interest in sticking himself into a married couple. But he couldn’t resist eye-candy like this. Gage dropped his shirt and their eyes locked.

Busted.

Gage shot Alec a wink before tugging his tee back into place. Alec looked away and tried to control the flash of heat washing across his face. Gage chuckled but kept his focus on the grill. It became more awkward, but it wasn’t long before the coals were hot. Then the screen door snapped shut, and Alec almost launched himself over the six-foot privacy fence surrounding Ben and Gage’s back yard. As it was, all he did was to give the group a reason to chuckle at the sight of Alec on his butt.

Ben held out the stake filled platter. “Sorry to startle you. I figured Gage should have the grill ready.”

Once Alec pulled himself together and rejoin the pair. Now that he’d had time to look at the steaks closer, he saw that they were all high-end cuts of beef. He let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s the best looking meat I’ve seen in ages.”

An enormous grin sprouted on Ben’s face as Alec realized what he had said. He tried to head off what he knew was coming, but Ben was quicker.

“Oh, I get meat that’s a lot more impressive every night.”

Gage cut Ben a glance. “You may not get much of anything if you don’t stop busting Alec’s balls.”

Ben stepped close to Gage, gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered something that must have been juicy because Gage turned red and punched him on the shoulder.

“Asshole,” Gage said, “Go act like you’re some kind of hot shit bartender and help everyone get nice and hammered.”

Alec felt out of place with the couple’s playful banter. But then Eli and Cullen arrived and saved him from the need to rescue himself from his own social awkwardness, which he created by the bucket full. Gage glanced up, acknowledging the newcomers as he slapped steaks on the hot grill.

“Hey, guys. How’s it going? There’s beer in the ice chest and Ben’s trying to make margaritas if anyone’s feeling brave.”

Cullen chuckled and headed toward the door. “I’ll see if Ben could use help. I’m a decent mixologist. Eli’s had some of my creations and thinks they’re damn good.” With that he disappeared into the house.

Eli shook his head as he made his way to the huge cooler resting on a shady corner of the deck. He popped the lid open and fished one of the amber bottles from the pile of ice. He twisted the bottle cap off before nodding to Alec and Gage.

“I’ve had some of his concoctions. I wouldn’t wander too far from the beer.”


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Slapout: Chapter 04

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 04

Ben slyly watched Gage undress. Over time, he had become a helpless addict to seeing Gage naked. His tight body and muscular ass rated high on the list of things he found desirable. When Gage bent over to push his underwear to the floor, Ben responded to the display of Gage’s pink hole winking at Ben just in front of the dangling goose eggs Gage called balls. When he smiled a second or two later, Ben knew he’d been played.

He grinned at the unrepentant tease, stepped close and wrapped his arms around Gage. He stood rocking his husband, pressing their bodies against each other as they enjoyed being together. Ben pushed his hands higher and teased the thick nipples marking the corners of Gage’s chest.

A sound filled the room reminding Ben of a very contented cat as Gage ground against him. Ben slipped his hands lower, enjoying the plush texture moving under his palms. By the time he reached Gage’s hairy thighs, their cocks were hard as granite and they were on each other like horny teenagers. His dick slid into the crack of Gage’s ass, coating it with precum from his leaking tip.

Gage spun in his arms, and the pair slammed into each other with the audible sound of two muscular bodies colliding. Ben ran his hands over Gage’s sculpted back and toned butt while they pressed their lips hard against each. Then Gage drove his tongue between Ben’s lips which he accepted without hesitation. The fire of their relationship washed through him and he was soon giving Gage equal passion. Their tongues fought, and waves of pleasure swept over him as Gage explored Ben’s body, leaving tingling trails and a cock that was stiff and dripping.

Ben slipped his hands around Gage’s wrist and lifted them, kissing the back of Gage’s fists and smiled at his husband. “They’ll show up soon and I don’t want to spend half the party hiding my hard-on.”

Gage grinned before lunging forward and biting down on Ben’s neck. The rough maneuver forced a growl from Ben. As the sparks of ecstasy washed through him, he grabbed Gage and shoved him onto the bed. He studied Gage who stood with an eager grin plastered across his face. Ben stepped between Gage’s thick legs, reached down and tugged on his balls. Ben felt satisfaction at the moan he heard in response. A few more tugs and he had Gage panting and squirming across their enormous bed. After continuing for a few more minutes he let Gage’s balls slip from his hands.

Gage gasped for breath, his chest heaving as the two of them started into each other’s eyes. He wrapped his legs around Ben’s waist and pulled them tight against each other. The short hair covering Gage’s stomach teased against the underside of Ben’s stone hard cock. Soon a clear stream ran from his deep red shaft as they ground harder against each other. Gage moaned with a volume that would wake the dead.

Ben moved higher up Gage’s torso until his pulsing cock waved inches from Gage’s mouth. He took his dick and smeared pre-cum over Gage’s lips. “How do you like that? Want a nice helping of tube steak?”

Gage chuckled but reacted to Ben’s teasing by flicking his tongue out and licked the head of Ben’s dick. The spikes of passion drove themselves through Ben and made him want Gage even more. He shifted positions and pressed his shaft deeper into Gage’s throat. When combined with his hot wet mouth, Ben skated closer to the edge of his orgasm. He thrust into Gage’s lips again and again as his muscles tensed and his nipples throbbed. He was already at the pinnacle when Gage pushed his hand lower and slipped a finger inside Ben’s ass. The combination became more than he could tolerate.

“Fuck!”

Ben tensed and shuddered as the delicious orgasm washed over him and the first volley of cum shot into Gage’s mouth. The shots came in quick succession until Gage drooled trails over Gage’s face. Ben collapsed onto him with both gasping for air.

Ben stretched out and kissed Gage, enjoying the taste and scent of their lovemaking. He dampened a towel and tossed it to Gage to clean up as Ben worked his way lower.

“Hey! Knock, knock! Where’s the beer?”

The pair froze, recognizing Alec’s voice. Ben growled softly. “Can I tell him we’re fucking and the beer’s in the cooler?”

Gage popped Ben on the chest. “No, hell no. Get up and put on a pair of jeans. You can entertain him for a minute while I clean up the evidence.”

Ben grumbled more but rolled off the bed and searched for clothes.


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