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

HeloiseWest_HittingBlackIce_coverlgHitting Black Ice

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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NaNoWriMo – Day Seven

Well, today is day seven of NaNoWriMo, and it’s going well. Just passed the 15,000 word count today. This is the rewriting of Cinderella for Decadent Publishing  and it’s not going to be long enough for the full sized novel. But I have a few other short stories that I’ll slip in. I also have the western novel that I was working on before Nano began.

So, plenty of good things going on. The words are coming out and the internal editor is firmly at bay.

Double Trouble: Chapter 18

Wednesday Briefs

Josh deals with the aftermath of the ice storm. For more free flash reading check out the list of authors at the bottom of this post.

Chapter 18

“Daddy, I wanna go outside with Sammy. I wanna play.”

Trent paused from cleaning the twin’s room. “Danny. You know you can’t get up yet. If you want to go to the living room or something I can carry you, though.”

“This just stupid. I feel fine. I wanna go play.”

“No, the doctor said one more week and then you can start walking a little. But you have to be careful so you don’t end up back in the hospital.”

Danny crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Trent. “Don’t like hospital. All they do is poke me.”

“I know. Daddy had to help hold you down every time. I didn’t have fun either. So we don’t want to do that again, do we?”


“So you’re going to stay put then. Right?”

“Okay. But not happy about it.”

“No, I’m sure you aren’t. You be a big boy and we’ll see about a burger and fries today for supper. We can all ride to town together.”

“I want a good burger.”

“Yes, I know. Your favorite. Now, do you want to watch cartoons here, or in the living room?”

“Living room. Can I have lemonade?”

“Yes, Da just made a whole pitcher for you before he took Sammy outside.”


Trent scooped Danny into his arms, careful of the cast going from foot to upper thigh. He eased through the house and gently lowered the small figure to the couch. He searched around to find the remote, and handed it to Danny. “You all situated?”

Danny had already flipped on the TV, scanning the channels. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Okay, I’ll be right here in the kitchen fixing lunch if you need me.”

“Okay.” Danny never looked up from the television as he flipped through channels.

Trent chuckled as he moved into the kitchen and started pulling food out of the refrigerator. He heard the door open and close, and then a pair of muscular arms wrap around him. He twisted in Josh’s embrace and they kissed. “He’s about to drive me crazy. He’s a worse patient than me.”

Josh glanced over his shoulder to see Danny sitting with his arms folded over his chest. He was a miniature of Trent. There was no question in Josh’s mind who’s sperm had fertilized the egg Danny hatched from.

“Yeah, he’s a little opinionated. He’s going to be so much fun when he starts school. I’m glad you’re the one who’s going to get called to come talk to his teachers.”

Trent let go of Josh and took a step back. “What’d you mean it’s my problem?”

“Well, I have a job off the ranch and your schedule is more flexible. You’re the one who’s here at the house too.”

“You’re going to be making some changes in your schedule, dearest,” Trent said.

Josh grinned at Trent and pulled them back together. “We’ll figure out something. We always do.”

Trent rolled his eyes and then relaxed. “I know. It’s just happening so fast.” He motioned to the refrigerator. “You hungry? I was going to make grumpy ass and I a sandwich.”

“Sounds good. I don’t think Sammy’s going to last much longer. Might as well feed everybody.”

Both of them continually checked on Sammy who was enjoying the unseasonably warm weather. She was trying to clip a hair bow onto the dog, and he was having nothing to do with it. After the last of checking on Sammy after a dozen times, Josh leaned against the counter and chuckled. “You know she told me to stop bugging her.”

“Danny’s tired of not being able to get outside. He’s getting to be difficult to live with too. At least Sammy can get out of the house on nice days.”

Josh pulled the last of the sandwich fixings from the fridge and spread them across the table. They automatically moved to make their kid’s favorite sandwiches. Before too long they had plates ready for everyone.

Josh went outside and returned quickly with the dog and a giggling Sammy. He took her into the living room in time for Trent to put trays around so everyone could eat together. It made life so much easier to not move Danny to the table. It had taken a melt down from Danny to prove it to them. He sat the kids sandwiches and milk on their trays then sat and began eating their own meals. After a minute or two of silence, Danny burped.

It wasn’t a quiet burp either. It was a burp that had the dishes rattling on the trays. There was a moment of silence, and Sammy started laughing at her brother. Then she took a couple of gulps of air, and belched.

Danny giggled. “Sammy, you’s so funny.”

The kids burped back and forth, each one laughing harder and harder with each successive eruption. After a while, Josh and Trent were laughing too. The four of them were beginning to calm down when a huge belch filled the room. The kids and Josh were shocked into silence.

“That. That is how you burp,” Trent said.

The kids roared in laughter as Josh rolled his eyes.



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Guest Post – Be My Human (Moonlit Skies Book Two)

Be My Human (Moonlit Skies Book Two)


Reed and Taz are still adjusting to their new lives together when a medical emergency sends them flying down to Florida on short notice. Not quite the way Reed pictured introducing Taz to his family. Reed’s sister, Rene, welcomes the outgoing Taz with open arms, and the kittenish alien charms Reed’s parents.

But someone isn’t quite so enamored of Reed’s boyfriend—his homophobic older brother Jacob seems determined to be as unpleasant as possible, and he’s making their visit very uncomfortable. The sudden appearance of Reed’s controlling ex releases a flood of insecurity and bad memories.

Reed begins to doubt himself, and his ability to love and be loved in return. When strange items begin appearing as if out of nowhere, he wonders if he’s being stalked, or is he just paranoid? What can Taz do to prove to Reed that he’s more than enough man for this alien?



They’d been living together for a month now, ever since the fateful day Taz had literally fallen on Reed at the Empire State Building. One of the first things Reed had done after the adorable alien had moved in with him was buy Taz a cell phone, then teach him how to use it. Even though Taz was from another planet, one that was much more advanced than Earth, he was unfamiliar with Earth’s comparatively primitive technology. Reed swore after Taz had been kidnapped by the creature he’d dubbed the Evil Alien, he’d always have a way to call for help, thus the phone. That first week after they’d been reunited, Taz had talked Reed into letting him stay home alone while Reed worked at the boutique. Bad idea. Very bad idea. Taz had called Reed around lunchtime, nearly in tears.

When Reed arrived home, he’d been greeted with a nightmare of a mess. Even before he got to his apartment, he could hear the TV blasting in the living room. Which was bad enough, but Taz had somehow figured out how to turn the surround sound on. When Reed opened the door, the noise nearly blew him out of his shoes. It was like sitting in the front row at a movie theater. That, it turned out, was the easiest problem to rectify. Reed had shut the TV off, then looked around the apartment, stunned and slightly horrified.

He’d forgotten about Taz’s natural curiosity. What a mistake that was, and the proof of his error in judgment was spread out all over the kitchen. Flour had been strewn across the floor, a few eggs lay broken on the counter, every covered container in the refrigerator had been taken out and opened… then tasted. Taz had found the blender, dumped some sort of liquid in and turned it on, without putting the top on the machine. There was unrecognizable goo all over the counters, the cabinets, the floors. Plus, Taz had found the sugar. From the looks of it, he’d eaten half the bag.

And that was just the kitchen.

The bathroom had been thoroughly explored as well, as evidenced by the streams of shredded toilet paper spread throughout the place, toothpaste smeared all over the counters in minty globules, and so on.

What was that old saying about curiosity killing the cat?


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Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she’d never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another’s arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and her cat Ramesses, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint, and loves to cook. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn’t mind. Marching to the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, Wayward Ink Publishing Amber Quill Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press, and eXtasy Books. She has also begun to self-publish and is an editor at Wayward Ink and MuseitUp.


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M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!

When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.

She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013.




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