NaNoWriMo Winner!



Finished the last thousand words or so on my NaNoWriMo writing for the month and ended up at 50,814. I ran out of steam this last week, but I finished the darn thing! Now I’m so ready to start editing and submitting some stories.

Just to give you a little update on everything.

Dust Devils was one of the NaNoWriMo efforts for this year and the rough draft is finished. It’s a retelling of Cinderella in a contemporary western setting. Roping, riding and steer wrestling, I hope all that sets your spurs to jingling. Decadent Publishing liked my pitch for this one so hopefully they’ll like the finished story, too.

Camouflage is the other rough draft I finished during NaNoWriMo. Nash is a rent boy living in Atlanta who if he were a cat would be on life number nine. Luke isn’t doing much better after being dumped after an affair with a married man. The two are a mess and Luke’s best friend Christina is there to give her opinion to both of them.

Obsidian Sun is my NaNoWriMo effort from last year. I’m planning one more pass with editing and then it goes. It’s a fantasy novel in a iron age setting with a cool magic system based on weaving and spinning. I’m hoping to send it out before the end of the year. I like it, so I’m hopeful about it.

I should be getting the first round of edits for Razor shortly. It is under contract as part of Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairytales collection (part of the same collection as Dust Devils). This is a contemporary paranormal that’s a retelling of “Little Folk” from Brother’s Grimm.

Then of course Drawing the Devil will be released on Feb 5th. The early reviews are mostly positive so I have high hopes. Just to give you a little more visuals for the novel, I’ve created a Pinterest board for it. Hope you enjoy!

Double Trouble: Chapter 21

Wednesday Briefs

A furious Trent goes to pick up the kids. For more free flash reading check out the list of authors at the bottom of this post.

Chapter 21

Trent’s temper surged as Mrs. Anderson closed the door and he watched through the window as she moved back into the room of kids. She glanced back once, but then shifted her gaze nervously. Trent set his jaw and turned back to Josh. “My child is not staying in that woman’s classroom. I’m going to talk to the principal right now and fix this.”

He started, only to be pulled to a stop by Josh. He spun, ready to explode with anger. Before he could say anything, Josh held up a hand. “Not now. We don’t really know anything. Let’s wait and see what happens. Okay?”

Trent’s anger flared, but he fought it down, knowing Josh was calmer than he was in these situations. “Don’t like it. But okay.”

Josh led the way back to their pickup. Trent climbed in on the passenger side and sat with his arms crossed. By the time they arrived back at the ranch, his blood was boiling with anger and he knew he couldn’t be around anyone, not even Josh. The moment they rolled to a stop he was out of the pickup and almost sprinted toward the barn. “I’ve gotta fix some of that fence around the north one eighty.”

“You need any help?”

“No, probably better for me to put off some pissed off.” He knew Josh would understand, and he reminded himself how lucky he was. But he was soon zipping through the pasture on the gator, its backend piled with fencing supplies, including a pair of post hole diggers. He pulled up to the first stretch of fence, walked down the small section and started pulling out what posts he needed from the vehicle. A few minutes later he was embroiled in repairing this section of fence like his life depended on it.

His shirt and the waste of his pants were soaked with sweat and he was wearing out when he sensed someone watching him. He glanced around to find Josh sitting on his horse.

“What are you doing? I’m not going to hurt anyone, yet.”

“We need to pickup the kids in an hour. I thought you might like to clean up so you can go with me.”

Trent started tossing tools back into the all-terrain vehicle. “Just let me change clothes and I’ll be ready. Won’t take me but a minute.”

Josh started chuckling. “Oh hell no. You’ve moved way past sweaty and sexy and right into he fucking stinks. You’re not getting in the truck with me smelling like you do.”

Trent threw the last few tools into the gator with more force. His anger started to build again. “I’ll meet you at the house. It won’t take long to clean up.”

A short time later found them headed down the same roads as they used this morning to retrieve their children. Trent spent the entire trip struggling to keep his anger from building any worse. He thought he was doing a good job of keeping his feeling under wraps, when Josh grabbed his shoulder and brought them to a halt. “You have to keep it together. The kids will be watching, and not just ours. We don’t want to give anyone ammunition.”

Trent tensed, but nodded as they continued into the building. They walked to the now open door to find Danny playing with a couple of other boys. One looked every bit as western as Danny, but the other was the preppiest looking kindergartner Trent had ever seen. But the outfits didn’t matter as the three of them built a whole world with wooden blocks.

Mrs. Anderson saw them and smiled as if nothing was wrong. She made her way to the pair, chatting with the kids as she did. Once she was close enough she smiled. “Danny did just fine. The three of them get along great. He’s such an inquisitive little boy, too.”

“Like how to hate gay people?”


Trent prepared to rip into this woman when he heard Sammy calling to them. “Daddy! Da! Meet my new friend. Her name is Missy.”

They turned to see Sammy racing toward them with another little girl in tow. All three adults stood silent as the children approached. Trent dropped to Sammy’s height and smiled at his daughter and her friend. “It’s really nice to meet you Missy. I’m glad you and Sammy are enjoying playing together.”

“Daddy, guess what!”

Trent turned to Sammy. “What’s that sweetie?”

“Missy has two mommies like I have two daddies.”

Trent got a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Oh really?”

Missy and Sonny dropped hands as the little blond girl ran to Danny’s teacher. Mrs. Anderson smiled down at her. “How was school, Missy?”

“Good, Momma, very good.”


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Double Trouble: Chapter 20

Wednesday Briefs

First day of school for the twins. For more free flash reading check out the list of authors at the bottom of this post.

Chapter 20

“I do not want to go to that place!” Danny said.

Trent tried to keep calm. “Danny, you have to go. It’ll be fun. You’ll learn stuff and find new friends.”

“Will not be fun. I know it won’t be fun. Everything that’s fun is here at home.”

“And everything will still be here in a few hours. Then you can have fun stuff at home, and fun stuff at school.”

Danny wiped a tear of frustration from his eye. “Did you go to school? Was it fun?”

“Da and I both went to school. Da went to more school than I did. We both learned a lot.”

Danny stopped squirming and looked at Trent. “But did you have fun?”

Trent thought back on his school days, and cringed. He studied Danny for a few moments as he tried to think of how to tell him the truth without making things worse. “Some days were fun. Especially when I was your age. But some people don’t like anyone who’s different. Da and I are different, so sometimes they were mean.”

“I’m a girl. Everybody is a boy here. Are people not going to like me because I’m a girl?

Trent turned to find Sammy and Josh standing at the door. He shifted his gaze to Josh as he tried to work out an answer. “You can jump in here anytime you’d like.”

“You’re doing fine. I’m just listening.”

“Great. We’re gonna chat later.” He shifted his attention back to Sammy. “Come here, sweetie. Both of you.”

Trent sat on the bed and let the twins climb onto his knees. “Okay, first. You’re both going to have a great time. You are good kids and other kids will want to play with you too. But some people won’t like you, and usually it’s for stuff you can’t even control, like the color of your skin, or who you fall in love with.”

“Like you and Da? How you explained some people will be curious because we have two dads?”

“That’s right. But some people have odd ideas about what’s right and what’s wrong…and it kind of rots their brains.”


Trent jerked his head up to see Josh cocking an eyebrow. “Hey, you know I’m right.”


“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He turned back to the kids. “Some people won’t understand about our family, and that’s not your fault. But most people will be your friends, and it will be fine.”

Sammy almost whispered. “What if they’re mean to us?”

“Then you deck ‘em,” Trent said.


“Okay, okay. Don’t hit anyone. You just tell your teacher.”

“And what will she do?” Danny asked.

“They will talk to whoever is being mean and tell them they need to stop.”

Danny nodded and Sammy wrapped her arms around Trent’s neck and hugged him. They raced off to their room to grab their backpacks and finish getting ready. Trent watched them as they left before turning Josh with an eyebrow cocked. “You know it’s not going to be sunshine and cotton candy for the kids. This is small town western Oklahoma.”

“I know. We’ve talked about it enough. But it won’t do any good to have them thinking everyone will hate them.”

“We may avoid it for a little while, but they’re going to run into kids who won’t like them just because of us. It kills me that we might be making our kids lives even a little more difficult.”

Trent considered for a moment and shook his head. “We didn’t do anything wrong. Sometimes life is hard, but we didn’t intentionally make the kids have a hard time. I think we’re damn good parents.”

Josh held up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. You win. Let’s get this wagon train moving.”

The trip to school was uneventful. Sad that the kids were already going to school, and knowing he would miss their times together, Trent knew Josh was right. They would deal with the problems as they came up, and he didn’t need to go looking for issues.

They parked the truck and walked into the building with the twins. They located the classrooms and Josh went with Sammy while Trent took Danny into his room. They walked through the door to find controlled chaos, and a teacher who looked thrilled with it. She waded through the kids to greet them.

“Good Morning, I’m Mrs. Anderson. And who might you be?”

“I’m Danny.”

“Nice to meet you, Danny. I think we’re going to have a great year. Let me show you where to hang your backpack.”

Danny took her hand and crossed the room to put up his bag. Once that was accomplished, Danny stood watching another little boy who was busily building…something.

“Hi. I’m Danny.”

“Hey, I’m Ryan. You want to help? I’m building a castle.”

Trent grinned, relieved that at least one of the twins had found a friend. The teacher walked back and motioned him into the hallway.

“He’ll be fine. He’s already got a buddy in the class. Don’t worry about him.”

“Oh, he’ll be worrying until this afternoon when he picks the twins up.” Trent turned to find that Josh had returned.

“Everything go alright?”

“I think so. Sammy found a little boy and when she told him she has her own horse, she was his best friend.”

Trent turned back to the teacher and explained. “We have twins. So it’s twice the drama today.”

“So you are…”

“Oh, sorry. This is my husband, Josh.”

Her face froze in place as her flesh seemed to transform to granite when Trent shared this bit of information.


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Rough draft of novella finished

The rough draft of the novella I was working on as part of my NaNoWriMo is finished. Dust Devils is a retelling of Cinderella and it will be part of the Beyond Fairytales collection from Decadent Publishing. Considering it’s a rough draft, I’m pleased with how it went. Now to put it aside for a few weeks so it will be fresh when I come back to it.

Now I’ll move back to my contemporary western, Camouflage. Luke and Nash have more than their share of problems.

Okay, back to writing!

Guest Post – Chris McHart

NEVERW-1smallerTitle: Never Wrong

Author: Chris McHart

Publisher: MLR-Press

Genre: Contemporary, M/M Romance, May-December Age-gap

Length: 34.000 words



Jeff was raised to believe love between two men is wrong. Or is it? Can love ever be wrong?

When Jeff meets the much younger Dean, he only knows he wants him, consequences be damned. But things are not as easy, especially after Jeff’s ex calls and announces big news.

And Dean? He thinks the new neighbor is hot, but he’s not interested in something more than a rebound fuck. That’s what he tells himself, at least.

But lust isn’t a good basis for a relationship, more so since Jeff isn’t sure whether he can deal with being gay.

Love is never wrong, but can Jeff accept that?



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What the hell possessed me to buy so much shit?

I stood in front of my car’s open trunk, and tried to work out how the hell to get all this stuff up to my fifth floor apartment. Without an elevator, of course. The nice guy at the store had packed most of it in bags, but there were about eight of them. Along with a few items that were too big to fit into bags. I was going to have to make a lot of trips up and down the stairs. Damn.

I should have bought a few things at a time, not everything the first day. It figured I’d go overboard, trying to make my new apartment as comfortable as possible. Understandable though, since this was the first time I was totally, completely on my own, but I might’ve gotten a bit too much.

“You’re my new neighbor, aren’t you?”

The deep voice, coming from behind me, shot shivers down my spine. I turned. My gaze traveled up and down the man standing in front of me, and holy shit. Short, dark brown hair with grey at the temples highlighted the sharp features of his good-looking, angular face. And he had a body that made me want to beg. I didn’t know what to beg for, just that I wanted to. Damn. Muscles defined his arms, not too obvious, but clearly there. Along with the slight padding on his hips, his appearance gave me the impression that he might work out, but was definitely not obsessed with it. He was somewhere around the age of forty, forty-five, if I guessed right. A man of my tastes.

What I wouldn’t give to be allowed to run my fingers over his stomach, trace the hairs that grew there, up to his chest, where the dark curls peeked out from under his shirt. And then down to his cock, likely nestled in the same coarse hair, standing ready for me. His matted torso would contrast so nicely with my sparsely haired chest. The hairs would tickle my nipples and my stomach, right down to where I wanted to feel his touch most.



Author Bio


Chris McHart is from Germany and while an accountant, writing is Chris’s real passion. Chris likes to spend time with family and has way too many animals that demand constant attention. Chris also enjoys landscaping and cooking.

Whenever Chris has a free minute, it’s spent writing ona laptop, a cup of coffee in hand, deeply lost in the world Chris’s muses have created.

When coming up for some air, you’ll find Chris on a lot of social networks. Check out Chris’s website to see where you can find out more. Chris looks forward to hearing from you!






Guest Post – Heloise West

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Heloise West


ER physician’s assistant Hunter guards his heart carefully, but that doesn’t stop him from falling for Shawn, the front desk clerk. He keeps his distance from relationships for a reason, but just can’t help himself when it comes to Shawn.

Shawn is on the run from the law and love to protect himself and anyone else involved. One man is dead because of him, and his life now is simple and easily thrown into a bag at any hint of danger. Until he meets Hunter, and he no longer wants to run.

Forced into a hostage situation, buried passion explodes in the aftermath, and sex in the supply closet brings their hearts back to life. Tentatively, step by step, they begin to explore a relationship together until the past catches up with Shawn.

FBI agent Nick Truman has finally found his man, but when Shawn escapes, he focuses his attention on Hunter. Shawn returns, even though it means sacrificing himself to save Hunter from the man who framed him for murder.



Hunter opened red wine instead of whiskey and was savoring the first sip when the cell phone dinged with a text message.

Hunter? It’s Shawn.

His heart leaped into his throat. Ok.

“You brilliant asshole,” he told himself, thumbs twitching over the keypad.

U home?

Y. wru?


The Starbucks across the damn street? U ok?

Y. U want anything? Biscotti? Muffin?

Get up here, muffin man.

He waited a heartbeat.


Fuck, the bed still needed making. Hunter raced into the bedroom, threw sheets and blankets back together, and shoved the body pillow in the space between the bed and the wall. The building buzzer went off. He ran into the living room to answer it and slid in his socks on the hardwood, nearly going down. He limped to the bathroom, combed his hair, washed his face, and sniffed his armpits. He swished cinnamon mouthwash around and managed to spit it out without dribbling on himself. Off came the pajama bottoms. He jumped into the tightest jeans he owned and changed the rumpled sleep T-shirt for a fresh one.

“Get hold of yourself, boy,” he said to the man in the mirror. “It’s not effing prom night.”

He tucked the T-shirt in, trying not to catch his swooning cock in the zipper as the door buzzer went off. He stood in front of the door, counted to three, and jumped when it buzzed again with his hand still on the knob. He yanked the door open.

Shawn stood on the threshold in a black leather jacket, holding a cardboard box with two coffees and a bag of cookies or muffins or damn biscotti perched on top. His eyes were light with hope, though his smile was tentative and sweetly unsure.


Double Trouble: Chapter 19

Wednesday Briefs

It’s almost time for the twins to start school. For more free flash reading check out the list of authors at the bottom of this post.

Chapter 19

Trent held up a tiny pair of jeans and waved them in Josh’s face. “Look at this! These suckers are forty bucks. Danny will have them ripped to shreds in a day. What the hell are they thinking?”

“Shh, watch your mouth. We’re around a bunch of kids. The mothers are already giving us the evil eye for being in here shopping. I bet half of them think we’re pervs or something.”

Trent glanced around them at the women who suddenly looked the other way and pretended not to see them. Josh cringed at the frown on Trent’s face. He tightened his grip on the jeans and grabbed a pink dress they’d picked for Sammy. He started waving them over his head. “Attention people. We are married. Our twins are starting school in a week and we’re shopping for clothes for them because they’re already going to get enough crap because they have two dads. Now, if anyone wants to help us find clothes for our kids, there might be a latte in it for you. For the rest of you, shame on you.”

Josh wriggled inside, but knew it was because confrontation wasn’t his thing. Actually he didn’t think it was Trent’s thing either, but you didn’t mess with people Trent held dear. He would protect them more fiercely than a grizzly. Trent was in full mother grizzly mode at that point. Then Josh spotted the inevitable clerk from the store working her way to them quickly. He knew they were about to be asked to leave the store, and it wasn’t going to go well.

Josh braced himself as the woman stopped in front of Trent, who was still holding the pink dress as if it were a shield against the world. “Good Afternoon, gentlemen. Are you finding everything?”

Josh narrowed his eyes slightly at the woman’s demeanor. Was she really trying to help, or was this a polite way to get them out of the store faster. He waited a few seconds but when nothing else was said decided she was really trying to help. He was just about to speak when she dropped her voice slightly. “It’s okay, guys. Really. My son and his partner are trying to adopt. I’m happy to see someone it worked out for.”

Trent caught Josh’s eye and shook his head ever so slightly. He turned to the woman and smiled. “We’d appreciate the help. Danny’s easy. Get him some indestructible jeans and a bale of T-shirts and he’s good. But our daughter…” Josh lifted his hands.

“Well, let’s see what you found.” She went through their shopping cart and pulled out the items one at a time. Josh thought he could hear a slight tisking sound coming from her, but he couldn’t be sure. She laid the clothes over lapping down the edge of the basket. It looked like their cart had been shingled in every kind of pink known to mankind. After a moment when Josh was almost certain she was trying to keep from laughing out loud, she looked up at them.

“Let me guess. You’re daughter likes pink.”

Trent grinned sheepishly. “Looks like Hello Kitty barfed up the clothes we picked doesn’t it?”

“Well that’s certainly one colorful way to put it. But I think we can find a little variety.”

The next half hour were spent getting a variety of dresses and outfits that the woman thought a little girl would want. Josh and Trent found themselves overwhelmed, and before too long they were lumbering to the pickup with bags hanging from every finger. Once they got it all stowed in the backseat, Josh looked at Trent.

“Did we just get played for suckers?”

Trent looked back at the piles of new clothes, mostly for Sammy. “I think she might have played the new dads a little.”

“Well, lets get this shit home and hopefully we’ll have two happy kids.”

The drive home was short but uneventful. They managed to get the bags into the house, although they practically had to wedge themselves through the doors with all the things they were carrying. Darren looked up from where he was reading as they made their way to the living room.

“Successful hunting trip?”

Josh looked at the piles. “I hope so. We had to start over for stuff for Sammy. But hopefully they’ll like what we got.”

Trent walked to the hallway and yelled. “Danny. Sammy. We have a surprise for you.”

A few seconds later they were pounding into the room. “What the surprise? Danny asked.

“We got you new clothes for school.”

Danny pulled open the bag and flipped through the stack. “I like my old ones, they feel softer. I was about to win at my game. Can I go back to my room?”

Trent shrugged. “I guess so.”

Danny’s sock covered feet pounded down the hallway before the words were out of his mouth. With that one having ended, they turned to see what Sammy thought. She was peering into each bag, pulling out some of the clothes.

“They’re all kinds of colors,” Sammy said.

“Yes, the lady at the store said they were the latest styles.”

“But they’re not pink.”

A cold dread slithered up Josh’s spine. “No sweetie. They aren’t all pink.”

She looked up with tears rolling down her eyes. “I told you I wanted pink. You didn’t listen.” A moment later the tears turned to sobs. She ran to her room and slammed the door.

Both men turned to Darrin who glanced at them from the magazine he was reading. “That went well.”


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