Double Trouble: Chapter 89


Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.

Chapter 89

Mitch glanced in the rearview mirror as he snaked the gooseneck trailer down the dirt road. Once they’d made the tight turn from the women’s ranch, Mitch breathed a sigh of relief. Darrin leaned closer and patted his leg. “Three new bulls. And these are about as tame as you could hope for.”

Mitch shook his head in disbelief. “They followed Charlotte like a bunch of puppies. We’ve never had bulls that tame.”

“They’re still bulls. I don’t want the kids to get the idea they’re pets.”

Mitch nodded in agreement. “You’re right. No matter how tame they seem, you can’t trust a bull.”

“True. That’s very true. Not keeping an eye on a bull is a good way to get hurt.”

Darrin stared at the road as they drove through the open countryside. Mitch left him to his thoughts, but he realized they had traveled through a good section of the Oklahoma panhandle without a word being exchanged. The silence weighed heavy as the gray-green landscape shot past. He glanced over, and Darrin’s expression gave him no clue what was going through his head. He was close to asking if there was a problem when Darrin motioned out the window.

“Have you noticed these cattle? We’ve been driving past them for a while now.” Continue reading

Double Trouble: Chapter 88


Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to flash fictions.

Chapter 88

Double Trouble – Ch 88


Darrin drifted awake with the early morning chill nipping at his cheeks. He pulled the blankets higher and snuggled against Mitch. A gravelly voice rumbled from the pile of bedding.

“What’s going on? You cold?”

“I’m freezing! You should do your husbandly duties and get me warm.”

Mitch pulled him closer until the entire length of their bodies pressed against each other. He landed a soft kiss on the back of Darrin’s neck that sent his pulse racing. By the time Mitch abandoned Darrin’s neck he had forgotten the cold. His thoughts focused on Mitch’s next act.

Mitch slipped his hands around Darrin’s chest as he bit down on his neck. The sensations sent shivers through Darrin and blood rushed to his groin. In only a small amount of time, Darrin was hard as steel and making small mewing sounds. Mitch pushed his hands lower until his fingers gripped Darrin’s dense pubic hair. After tugging it, Mitch chewed on Darrin’s ear. The combination had Darrin writhing on the bed. By this time he was considering little more than the next sensation Mitch would give him, his thoughts and reactions had come more in line with a teenager rather than a middle-aged man. He couldn’t help it; that was how it made him feel.

He rolled toward Mitch and kissed him tenderly. Their lips caressed as they explored each other’s hot mouths. Darrin could think of nothing beyond the crackles of pleasure coming from each gentle touch. Mitch’s rough beard rubbed across his, and Darrin sighed at the aftermath of Mitch’s grazed touch. He held Darrin’s face in his strong hands, tilting it backward, and ran his tongue from the base of his neck upward until he again bit down on Darrin’s ear.

He relished the building sensations before pushing his fingers through Mitch’s chest hair, taking his nipples between his fingers, and pinching them firmly, sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

“Fuck. I love it when you do that. You make my nips so happy,” Mitch said.

“Yeah, I got it. It’s one of my favorite spots for you. I think I could get you to shoot with some good nipple play.”

Mitch chuckled as he slid his hands lower on Darrin until he caressed his asscheeks. “There’s not much chance of that happening now. Maybe when I was a horny teenager. But if you want to give it a try, let me know.”

Darrin lowered his head, took Mitch’s nipple between his teeth, and bit down until Mitch groaned and squirmed under the attention. “Fuck. Holy fucking hell.”

Darrin moved from one side to the other as his attention focused on Mitch. He slid lower, kissing through the swirl of dark hair around Mitch’s navel. He moved down, careful to keep in all the luxurious heat they had generated. He slid lower until Mitch wedged his cock between Darrin’s pecs. Darrin slipped back and forth, enjoying the precome coating. He was gaining a nice covering, but he wanted something a little closer to the tap this morning. He dropped lower and took Mitch’s cock in his mouth, and ran his lips up and down its hard length.

“Ah, fuck. That’s good,” Mitch moaned.

Darrin pressed in deeper, taking Mitch until he was close to choking. By now they were hot enough that Darrin had let the bedding fall to the floor, leaving them naked and writhing across the bed. Mitch popped Darrin on each cheek, leaving red marks on each side.

“Come on, bitch. Suck it, suck my hard cock.”

Darrin released Mitch’s cock, cocked his eyebrows and glared at him. “Do I, in any way, resemble a female dog? Because that shit ain’t happening and you know it too.”

“I don’t suppose I could claim it was ‘cause you are such a hot lover?”

Darrin reached upward and popped Mitch across the cheek, hard enough to leave a red spot. “No. Now shut up.”

Darrin worked over Mitch’s dick again and he lay back to enjoy himself. Soon they were back in the heat of passion, and Mitch was getting close.

“Babe, unless you want me to fill your mouth, you better stop,” Mitch moaned.

But Darrin sped up and tugged on Mitch’s sac. Soon Mitch gasped as the first wave flowed through his body and into his crotch. Darrin caught the first explosion of come and swallowed. The volleys continued until Mitch collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. Darrin grinned as he nursed Mitch’s softening cock, taking the last of his semen and relishing the distinctive flavor he loved so much that was all Mitch.

Mitch lurched around the bed until he was lying between Darrin’s knees, with Darrin’s hard dick between his lips. The feeling was amazing as always. Sex with Mitch was always balls to the wall. Sometimes literally. But regardless, Darrin wouldn’t last long.

Mitch pressed down, making small choking sounds, and Darrin’s cock slipped down his throat. The tight heat pushed him over the edge as his nuts sucked tight against his body. He held Mitch’s head as he emptied himself. Once the final wave of pleasure washed over Darrin, they collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air.

“Fuck!” Darrin said.

“Double fuck!” Mitch laughed. “I’d call that a good morning.”

As the words tumbled from his mouth, they heard the crunch of gravel as a pickup came to a stop and a moment later Terri’s voice cut through the morning air.

“Come on, cowboys! Time to go look at some prime beef.”

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Double Trouble: Chapter 87

Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to flash fictions.

Chapter 87

Mitch took a sip of his sweet tea while they sat on the edge of an amazingly comfortable couch. He glanced toward Darrin and got an eyebrow flicked upward. His attention went back to their hosts when they came in with a snack filled tray and the rest of the drinks. They began handing out the refreshments.

“Sorry you guys saw our little family melt down. This has been a bad month and I’m afraid you saw the results.”

“Charlotte and I usually keep the nasty stuff for the bedroom. Of course the one day we spew it everywhere, we have guests.” She shook her head as she gave Darrin his glass. “You said Jim thought we might have some bulls that would work for your herd sire?”

Mitch swallowed and sat his tea on the coaster they’d been given. “That’s right. We need some new bulls, but what he had won’t work in our operation. Just too many chances for someone to get hurt. We have two teenage grandchildren, and they don’t pay attention like they should. I’d never be able to trust them in the pastures with Jim’s bull.”

Charlotte nodded as she took a long drink. “That’s what Terri and I thought too. But we’ve been lucky enough to find some fine bulls in their yearling pens, and we’ve brought some others in that would fit our needs. Nice bulls, and you can trust them as much as you ever can a bull.”

Mitch took a sip as he considered the information they had just been given. His face broke into a wide grin. “They sound made to order. Could we take a look at your yearlings?”

Terri chimed into the conversation without hesitation. “You can, and we’d be glad to get your opinion on the herd.” She motioned outside to the setting sun. “But, it’s going to be dark soon and the yearlings are in the far pasture. We can look at them first thing in the morning though.”

Mitch turned to Darrin who shrugged in response. He turned back to the women. “That’ll work. We’re a few miles out though. Is there somewhere we can pitch our tent for the night?”

Charlotte returned with an equally satisfied smile. “We can do you one better. We have an old cabin a mile or so down the road that we’ve remodeled for a hunting cabin, and it’s empty right now. It’s small, but it should be a damn sight better than a tent.

After accepting the generous offer, a short time later Mitch found himself with Darrin at the lodgings. It was more a very small house rather than what Mitch would have envisioned as a cabin. But regardless, it was many times better than their tent. For one thing, this had running water, a kitchen, and best of all, indoor plumbing. Mitch was a big fan of indoor toilets, even if it was a composting toilet like the one here.

Darrin dug through their cooler and pulled out the ingredients for their evening meal. Mitch was tempted to try the stream running just below them to see if it had any trout, but it was dark by the time they’d arrived and unloaded the few things they needed.

He and Darrin pulled together a decent meal from their cooler. A good loaf of bread and a package of thick-cut bacon from a butcher store they’d stopped at yesterday before going to look at bulls. Mitch found a cast-iron skillet and soon had the bacon frying. He found the other ingredients for respectable bacon-lettuce-and-tomato sandwiches. Little was said until they’d each polished off a sandwich and started on a second.

“There was no way we could have used those bulls of Jim’s back home. They would have fucked someone up badly,” Mitch said around a mouth filled with sandwich.

Darrin nodded in agreement but then let out an enormous yawn. Mitch chuckled as he finished his last bite of sandwich. “I’m exhausted too. Go ahead and get ready for bed and I’ll clean up.”

Another yawn threatened to unhinge Darrin’s jaw. Without a word he began undressing.

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Double Trouble: Chapter 86

Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to flash fictions.

Chapter 86

Darrin leaned against the corral and studied the group of bulls inside. Their information had been correct, these were outstanding animals. If they had any more muscle rippling through them, they would resemble top competing body builders. They also moved well, they wouldn’t have problems traveling over the distances they’d need to cover on the ranch. Just perfect. Well, there was one issue.

“What do you think?” Mitch asked.

Darrin watched as a bull lowered his head and snorted when one of the numerous dogs got too close. The mounted cowboy on the far side of the bull whistled, and the dogs moved away. Darrin cut his eyes toward Mitch.

“Do the dogs come with the bulls? Because I don’t see any way to deal with them other than using these heelers. I’m not sure the dogs are enough either.”

One dog slipped closer, and the same bull took a run at the group with the pair of dogs splitting apart while the third dog drew the bull’s attention. The bull slid to a stop and snorted again. Darrin turned back. “You remember that bull that almost nailed us during grad school. If it hadn’t been for those Catahoula hounds the guy was using, we would have been in bad shape. I don’t know, Mitch. They’re outstanding bulls, no doubt about it. But do we want a bull you can’t be on foot in its pen?”

Mitch considered and Darrin recognized the beginning of one of their conversations. The intense conversations that usually involved fireworks and gunfire. The sound of a ton of animal with an attitude hitting metal fence sent Darrin jumping for cover and stopped the impending argument. Once the sound stopped reverberating through him, he found the bull that had targeted him. It was easy to identify because it stood a few yards away and gave him the look that Darrin didn’t want to see on an animal he dealt with regularly. The bull snored again, but this time he ran at the cowboy.

The young man on horseback shifted from relaxed to primed for action. The bull bellowed and dropped its head as it built speed. The man’s mount had worked these bulls before, because with a step and a last minute pivot he avoided the bull’s charge. It spun and snorted again, but the cowboy gave the combative bulls more space. The dogs also spread in a semicircle flanking the cowboy.

Darrin turned away shaking his head. “Sorry, but we can’t deal with bulls that are this rank. We have teenagers who don’t pay as much attention to the animals as they should sometimes. We’d be begging for trouble, hell we might as well put huge red targets on each of us. These bulls are exactly what we need. But we can’t risk their temperaments.”

The ranch manager considered before speaking. “Our bulls aren’t for every ranch. In these parts we put two or three of them with seventy or eighty cows and we check them every week or so. To survive they have to fight off some nasty predators. Hell, a few years back a grizzly came through and killed one of our momma cows. So I can see how they might not fit your operation.”

He’d just finished speaking when the bull charged again, and this time hit the fence hard enough that Darrin knew Mitch felt it too. Confirming his suspicions, Mitch shook his head as he gazed at the bulls.

“He’s right. These bulls are just what we need. But they are too aggressive for our operation.” He turned to the manager and held out his hand. “Jim, we appreciate your time. Wish things worked out better, for both of us.”

Jim pulled a small notepad from his pocket and wrote frantically before ripping off the page and handing it to Mitch. “Our neighbors have been building a herd for several years and used a lot of our breeding stock. They’ve been picking the most docile animals from our herd, and some calm animals from other herds. Give them a call, or you should be able to find them using the map I drew for you. They’re only a few miles away. You might as well see what they have while you’re close.”

Mitch and Darrin said their goodbyes and piled into the truck. Mitch called the new ranch, but there was no answer. But following Jim’s scribbled map, they pulled into the driveway a short time later. They rolled to a stop in time for a woman with her hair twisted into a bun, wearing jeans and a flannel shirt to burst through the door.

“That’s fine! I don’t fuckin’ care. You can damn well argue with yourself because I have to keep this ranch running.”

Darrin and Mitch watched the drama unfold as a second woman, a darker version of the first, appeared at the door.

“Go pout, Charlotte. You signal me when you’re ready to play adult long enough to talk about the ranch budget.”

Mitch was putting the truck into reverse when both women turned toward them, having just realized they had guests. One woman, and Darrin never knew which one, yelled at them.

“Hey! What the fuck are you doin’ here?”

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Cover Reveal of “On Fire” by Alicia Nordwell

I want to share a big thank you to my host for featuring the cover reveal today for my latest Dreamspinner Press release, On Fire, made by Garrett Leigh. Without further ado…


A fun tidbit: I actually took the picture of the mountain (it was not on fire at the time, lol)

A picture is definitely worth a thousand words when it comes to a cover, and these guys are hot, but I bet you’d like to know more about their story, so here goes!


Nothing beats getting out of the concrete jungle and into the quiet of the forest. Website designer Scottie Ness is taking a well-deserved vacation from the grindstone, and he plans to spend it in the solitude of Washington’s Gifford Pinchot National Forest around Mt. Adams. He’s prepared for everything—except the lightning storm that traps him in a wildfire.

The firefighter who rescues him sustains serious injuries and ends up in the hospital. Jax Quintero might be abrasive, but the guy saved his life, and Scottie wants to thank him. As they spend time together during Jax’s recovery and exploring the state’s landmarks when he’s released from the hospital, Scottie discovers there’s more to Jax than a smart-ass adrenaline junkie. Jax reassesses his opinion of Scottie as an arrogant city boy who has no business in the mountains. Though Jax’s wounds prevent them from taking things as far as they’d like for a while, they can’t deny the heat building between them—and this is one fire they don’t want to put out.

Where can you pick up your copy?

On Fire is available for pre-order at Dreamspinner Press now!


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About the Author:

The number one question folks ask Alicia when she shares she’s a MM romance author: “Why gay fiction? Why write men when you’re a woman?” and her answer is: “Why the hell not!” Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find an interesting story one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started… Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out.

Fortunately, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing. Now you can find her stories both free and e-published. When she’s not on the computer typing away, she’s a wife and a mom of two in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course!

She can also be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on under her online nickname, Cia.





Flight – Anthology Release

front-coverThe 2016 Queer Sci Fi Flash Fiction anthology, “Flight”, is here, and I have a story in it! It’s a really cool concept:

A 300-word story should be easy, right? Many of our entrants say it’s the hardest thing they’ve ever written.

Queer Sci Fi’s Annual Flash Fiction Contest challenges authors to write a complete LGBTQ speculative fiction micro-story on a specific theme. “Flight” leaves much for the authors to interpret—winged creatures, flight and space vehicles, or fleeing from dire circumstances.

Some astonishing stories were submitted—from horrific, bloodcurdling pieces to sweet, contemplative ones—and all LGBTQ speculative fiction. The stories in this anthology include AI’s and angels, winged lions and wayward aliens. Smart, snappy slice of life pieces written for entertainment or for social commentary. Join us for brief and often surprising trips into 110 speculative fiction authors’ minds.

The book us available in eBook form (4.99), and will soon be available in paperback with b/w illustrations inside (12.99) and in a special collector’s edition with color illustrations (24.99).

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from “Escape” by Jon Keys

The attacking flatlanders had drove them deep into the moors. His wife died years ago defending the clan’s children, but her death came at great cost to the attackers. The years had passed and only a final desperate gambit remained.

Lightning cut a jagged incandescent wound against the stygian sky, revealing the only escape. The children’s defender this time was his husband Pali, and the consequences were more dire. Failure was not a possibility for Nalo. They would appear any moment, and he was ready.