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Cover for "Camouflage" by Jon Keys
I’m a country boy at heart and although I live thousands of miles away from the little country town where I grew up it still holds  a special place for me. Camouflage is definitely near and dear to my heart and probably one of my favorite stories I’ve written.

L.C. Chase, the cover artist, did a magnificent job of taking the Luke and Nash who were living in my head and bringing them to life on the cover. I’m in love with this cover and proud of “Camouflage”. I think you’ll love it too.

Blurb:

Nash Gallo and Luke Meyers seem like complete opposites on the surface. Nash is a city boy from Atlanta, while Luke is a rancher from rural Oklahoma. Nash is covered in tattoos and piercings, while Luke is self-conscious about his muscular, hairy body. Luke doesn’t have much sexual experience with other men, while Nash has plenty to go around.

But both men are lonely, and neither of them has ever been in love.

They also both have secrets. For Luke, it’s his shame over an affair with a local closeted and married man, something Nash accepts. Will Luke be as tolerant of what Nash is hiding—his job as a prostitute back in Georgia?

A week-long vacation on Luke’s ranch and the idyllic landscapes surrounding it gives both men the chance to relax and explore the attraction growing between them. But can the budding relationship survive secrets and small-town prejudices? As they search for the place where their lives might intersect, Nash and Luke risk far worse than broken hearts.

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“Iced” is out!

My short story Iced, part of the 2016 Advent Calendar from Dreamspinner Press is available for purchase as a single ebook today. Yippee!

Blurb:

Keith Walker, a mall bookstore employee, is struggling to get through another miserable holiday season while trying to preserve a crumbling long-term relationship. One of his few comforts is his morning coffee made by a good-looking, younger barista. Austin Novak felt an attraction when Keith started frequenting the coffee shop, but he doesn’t think the older man has any interest in him or his graphic novel collection.

A Christmas week snowstorm buries the city and locks Keith’s car into its parking spot. Keith decides to show Austin his gratitude for helping free the car from the ice with a dinner invitation. The meal becomes complicated when Austin meets Keith’s boyfriend, Shawn, and things go downhill from there when Shawn announces he’s heading to Cancún with his coworkers. Keith is caught between keeping his boyfriend happy and keeping his job. But Keith might not need a plane ticket to find the happiness that’s been missing from his life.

A story from the Dreamspinner Press 2016 Advent Calendar “Bah Humbug.”

Double Trouble: Chapter 96

 

Wednesday Briefs

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


Chapter 96

Samantha glanced at Levi and grinned as they made their way through the midway. He had a look of determination on his face and knotted muscles on each side of his jaw. She managed to hit every one of his buttons and was proud of herself that she’d been able to play him that easily.

He glanced at her and she could tell he was barely keeping his temper under control. He kept glancing at her, and she was happy to fuel the anger she had been tending all day.

“You know there’s no way you’re going to win. You should just give up and pay up,” Samantha said.

He looked at her and twisted his lips in determination. “No way. No girl is going to beat me at anything, especially not this.”

She turned on him, this time he’d managed to get her temper flaring. She spun on him with a scowl that would send the banshee flying to for safe hiding spots. If Josh had been there, he would have been shaking his head and tisking. He could have told Levi he had made a fatal mistake. But he was having dinner with some friends and Levi was on his own.

Samantha crossed her arms and glared at him. “You saying no woman could beat you? Because I’m not a girl, I’m a woman. Also I live with five guys, and they expect me to do the same work they do. They’ve never complained about me not holding up my share of the work.”

With that she spun and moved across the fairgrounds at something close to a run. She couldn’t believe that boy thought she couldn’t handle a few midway rides, which was bad enough but easy enough to prove him wrong. But this last crack, well she would show him who was the one who could keep her dinner, and that girls, not girls, women, could do just as well as any guy.

She spotted the Tilt-a-Whirl and staked out their spot in line. When Levi caught up, Samantha turned to him with a hard line for lips. “We can start here and see how the tough stud is doing after a few rounds.”

“Bring it on! Anything you can do I can take twice as much.”

The ride operator motioned them onto a bench and locked them into the seat. As it took off, Samantha let out a high-pitched squeal. From the look on Levi’s face, he wasn’t having as much fun. By the time the ride was over, Levi’s tan had taken on a pale look and he was swallowing hard.

“You ready to give? Cause you look about ready to puke.”

Levi swallowed hard a last time and stared at Samantha. “That the best you got? This’ll be like taking candy from a baby.”

Samantha gave him a feral smile and proceeded to take him on every ride that spun, dropped, twisted and plunged that existed on the midway. But Levi refused to admit defeat. Samantha had them at her final attempt, and the pride of the amusement park, the Crazy Runaway Roller Coaster. You were strapped in standing up and the whole ride went downhill from there.

“There we are. Guaranteed to have you puking up your heals before the ride was over. The other great thing, you can’t get off the ride. Once you’re on, you’re committed to the whole ride.”

By now Levi was ghostly white and looked like he was barely holding on by the tips of his nails. “You can’t get off?”

Samantha went in for the kill. “Nope. You can be puking your guts out and you still gotta finish the ride.”

Levi’s face twisted into a frown, but then he motioned toward the coaster with his head. “Let’s do it. I’m ready.”

Fifteen minutes later Levi was holding onto the rim of one of the fifty-five gallon drums the fairgrounds used for trash, throwing up everything he’d eaten since breakfast. Once he was down to the dry heaves, Samantha slapped him on the back.

“Come on cowboy. There’s a turquoise bracelet with my name on it.” Her face took on a twist of mischievousness. “Then you can buy me a nice hot, greasy, corndog covered with a ton of spicy mustard.”

Levi sprinted back to the trash barrel.


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Double Trouble: Chapter 95

 

Wednesday Briefs

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


Chapter 95

They had survived the first few days, but Danny was finding the lack of sex frustrating as hell. Rob had been more than willing, but cramming five people into a trailer had created a situation where he could do little to relieve the building sexual tension. Since they’d been using the fairgrounds showers he couldn’t even jack off in the shower for some relief. As a result Danny had spent the last couple of days with a chubbed cock, and a mission to find somewhere for he and Rob to get some much needed relief from the constant teenaged horniness. Danny was getting horny enough that his eyes were wandering to a few tight butts that had drawn his eye. But it would be nothing more than lustful glances though, he knew he didn’t like the idea of sharing and Rob was his goal.

He had Rob in tow by his shirt as he unlocked the door and peered inside. After a minute he called out in a soft voice. “Hey. Anyone around?”

They both stood tensed, ready to flee if someone replied. Danny thought he had everyone accounted for, but it was possible for someone to have a change in plans. He and Rob listened closely, and Danny tried again but a bit louder. “Sam! Dad! You here?”

Rob tensed, ready to disappear, but the trailer remained dim and silent. They crept inside, and Danny did a quick walk through. But he still found nothing.

He turned to Rob, done with planning and ready for action. He grabbed the front of Rob’s shirt and pulled him close. Their lips rammed together hard as they became a writhing mass of hands, arms and mouths. Danny soon had Rob pinned against the wall. Their mouths were in a fierce battle for supremacy while he grabbed Rob’s crotch and started groping Rob’s hard length. He worked the steel hard cock through the tight jeans. For all their lustful maneuvering in the tight space they finally ended up sprawled between the floor and the steps leading up to Dad’s bed above the gooseneck.

He ground into Rob as he worked his hands higher on his torso until Rob’s shirt was wedged under his arms, exposing his ripped torso. Danny ran his hands over the expanse of skin to play with the dark treasure trail that started around Rob’s navel and plunged down and disappear into his jeans. Danny leaned down, sucked on Rob’s nipple, and enjoyed the loud groan that filled the room.

“How’s that feel?” Danny asked with a smirk.

“Good! Oh holy fucking good.”

Rob pushed him to his back then started pawing at his jeans. Danny relaxed and let Rob have the lead. His zipper was ripped down and his jeans were quickly tugged down to the middle of his thighs. Danny tossed his head back with a moan when Rob grabbed his cock between his teeth and started gnawing at it. Danny grabbed Rob’s head and pinned it hard against his crotch.

“Chew on that dick. Damn that feels good.”

Rob’s response was to bite harder until Danny thought he was going to come. He pulled Rob off his crotch and bit down on his neck as he worked over Rob’s crotch with the other hand. He had Rob moving closer each passing moment. He squeezed hard on Rob’s nuts and bit and sucked on a spot just below Rob’s ear.

Rob trembled in his arms and moaned. “Fuck!” The next thing Danny knew Rob was convulsing in his arms and a wet spot grew under Danny’s hand. After a few minutes had passed, Rob slumped against him panting for air. Eventually he looked at Danny and smiled.

“That was fucking hot!”

Danny kissed the center of the huge hickey he’d given Rob and grinned at the growing wet spot. “Glad you enjoyed it. But…” he glanced at the hard cock pointing straight out in front of him and wiggled his eyebrows.

Rob chuckled as Danny flexed his cock. A huge glob of precome oozed out of the tip and fell to the floor, making a loud splat sound that filled the space with the sound as they smelled the sexual essence in the air. Rob kneeled down, extending his tongue, he flicked the tip of his tongue at the remaining precome just as Danny grabbed his shoulder.

“What was that?”

“What?” Rob asked.

This time both of them listened, and Danny panicked. His Dad was back.


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New Release: Disastertastic by Alicia Nordwell

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Blurb: Sawyer is too busy to worry about something as frivolous as Christmas. College is hard, but he’s focused on getting into law school. Kable is studying to make the family business, Del Buon Gusto, into a successful chain restaurant. When a party debacle at the restaurant gives Kable a chance to get close to Sawyer, he’s shocked to learn Sawyer’s a Christmas Grinch. He’s determined to change Sawyer’s mind, but their dates are one debacle after another. It might not be possible to make this into Sawyer’s first Merry Christmas after all.

 

Excerpt:

What a waste of time. He could’ve been home starting his paper or even watching a movie if he wanted to slack off.

Fed up avoiding questions of family traditions and travel plans, Sawyer strolled away from the crowd in the dining room and headed toward the tree. He nodded and smiled at a few people but didn’t stop. Everyone else was enjoying the appetizers that had just come out, but he’d already had dinner before he left home, since he’d expected to work. He could pass more time pretending to examine the ornaments or watching the snow drift down now that the storm finally hit. He’d just have to wait a little longer until he could politely make his escape.

“You don’t like eggnog?”

“What?” Sawyer blinked and shrugged the hand off his shoulder. He took a step to the side. He’d been focused on the snow, watching the puffy flakes float down to coat the sidewalks and road. The grassy verge along the road was already completely white. He hadn’t even heard Kable approaching, which was odd because he was normally impossible to miss. He was just as loud and energetic as his dad.

“Your cup is still full.” Kable gestured toward the red cup in Sawyer’s hand. “Usually when you don’t drink something that means you don’t like it.”

“It smells gross, and I definitely don’t think a dairy product should be this thick and still be drinkable.” Sawyer’s filter was gone, just like it usually was around Kable. He got so nervous, he always ended up saying whatever came to him. It wasn’t like he was trying to hide that he was gay—everyone already knew that—but he hoped his crush wasn’t as obvious. He’d had enough embarrassment for the evening.

Kable laughed. “Then why’d you take it?”

“It seemed like the thing to do.” Sawyer rotated the cup between his palms, disgusted by the way the glop reacted. Surely it couldn’t be safe to drink the stuff.

“So, is it just dairy-based holiday drinks you don’t like? Or is it something more? You haven’t had a single thing to eat, and you’re not exactly dressed for the party.  There’s so much fun to be had from dressing up for Christmas parties.” Kable waved a hand in front his chest. “Like this.” He was wearing an awful sweater with reindeer prancing around a Christmas tree that had bedazzled ornaments decorating every puffy bough. Not even something that hideous could detract from his dark-haired, blue-eyed handsomeness… but really, Sawyer shouldn’t be noticing that at all.

Sawyer scoffed. “I’d rather be here in my underwear than wear something like that.”

“Or your uniform?” Kable gestured toward Sawyer’s black slacks and plain white shirt. “Is it just that you don’t have another outfit?”

“Of course I have other outfits! Why would you think that?” Sawyer snapped. His face was hot and prickly; no one else had mentioned his clothes, even if they noticed he was wearing his work uniform. It’s not like he was wearing something inappropriate, like shorts and a t-shirt.

Kable cocked his head to one side. “If you had something else, why didn’t you wear that?”

“You’re nosy, you know?” He was always asking questions and getting into everyone’s business. The others didn’t seem to mind. Kable was Mr. McArthur’s son, and he worked the occasional shift at the restaurant when they were short a waiter even though he was in school full-time to get a business degree. He was friendly, sometimes too friendly, and made Sawyer uncomfortable with his casual intimacy. Kable was always patting him on the back or arm when they spoke, and Sawyer liked it a little too much.

“Yep.” Kable grinned. “But wait, don’t tell me! You never come out for a drink with the rest of us, not even for coffee, and you’re always studying those books on your breaks. I’ve never heard you even talk about doing something like going to a party. You thought you were here to work tonight, didn’t you?”

Sawyer grit his teeth. “So what? Your dad just said he wanted us all here.”

“And you didn’t put two and two together?” Kable gestured toward the room.

“I did once I got here. He said he was throwing a party for friends and family. What else was I going to think?” Sawyer was getting tired of Kable’s questions. He lifted his before Kable could notice his scowl and figure out he was getting to him and made the stupid mistake of taking a drink.

“Oh, ew.” Sawyer desperately wanted to spit out the eggnog, but there was no polite way to do so. He forced the mouthful down, swallowing repeatedly in an attempt to get rid of the liquid still coating his tongue. It was as horrible as he thought it would be. He stared at the cup in disgust. “People actually drink this… on purpose?”

 

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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.

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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 GayAuthors.org under her online nickname, Cia.

 

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Double Trouble: Chapter 94

 

Wednesday Briefs

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


Chapter 94

Josh carefully backed the travel trailer into one of the parking spots along the edge of the fairgrounds. It was as far from the midway and as close to their animals as possible.

Danny and Samantha were in the backseat of the pickup getting edgier with each passing second. Josh was waiting for one or both of them to have a screaming shit fit of a breakdown. But they moved into place and were glad they’d already bedded down the animals so they were taken care of, at least for a few minutes. Now he needed to work out a little structure for his kids to help keep them out of trouble.

“Okay, Danny, you’re in charge of getting everything ready in the trailer. Tonight you’re cooking so you better start getting something ready for tonight.” He cocked his eyebrow and caught Danny’s gaze. “And I don’t want bags of junk food from the midway. You actually have to cook.”

Danny smirked at his dad. “No problem. Rob offered to help cook. So we’re having something good tonight.”

“You better be right. Otherwise you’re eating whatever he cooks.” He turned to Samantha. “Same for you. Levi is not cooking every meal when it’s your turn.”

He expected a torrent of anger with a tornado of teenage angst but instead they stood smiling at him. He could almost see the golden halos and hear the symphony of harps. It was one of their more pathetic attempts.

“Don’t think you’ve pulled anything over on me. Neither of you is that innocent. Just promise me not to mess with people and not to leave the fairgrounds. If I have to bail you out of jail, the next time you’ll get to leave the ranch will be when you are driving me to the home.” He scanned each of them with a harsh scowl.

He glanced into the rearview mirror to find Levi standing on one side of the trailer and Rob on the other. He had to admit, the twins had good tastes. Both Rob and Levi were good looking. Danny and Samantha baled from the truck and ran back to their perspective dates. It was one time he was reminded things had changed far too little.

While Samantha had sprinted for Levi, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him with enough heat that he wouldn’t be able to walk around for a few minutes without announcing to the world that he was having a teenage boy stiffy moment.

But he knew Danny couldn’t greet Rob with the same unbridled lust. It wasn’t that they shook hands like they’d just been introduced. They greeted each other enthusiastically, wrapping their arms around each other in a warm hug; a warm friendly hug. But Josh had seen his son greet Rob before at the ranch. Usually there was a ridiculously loud squeal of delight that brought the attention of everyone in a five-mile radius. Then he’d run at Rob and launch himself. In self-defense, Rob had no choice but to catch Danny and hold on tight. The whole thing would end with Rob holding tight onto Danny while he covered Rob with kisses.

The whole performance usually brought grins to anyone watching. Even an occasional ‘ahhh’ was pronounced. But this time the greeting was much more reserved. Josh frowned. It tore him apart. A few months ago he would have said his friends would have supported his marriage with Trent and the twins identified, but things had changed so much…

He changed his focus back to the boys in time to see Danny grab Rob’s ass for a second. Josh scowled and scanned the area and his blood ran cold when he spotted a group of young guys coming toward them. Josh didn’t see how they could avoid seeing what Danny had done.

I may regret not getting that concealed carry license and being able to protect my family from a hate crime. But he hadn’t. There wasn’t even anything to use as a weapon. The band looked back and forth, uncertain what was about to happen. They hadn’t said anything. That was a good sign. Maybe the odds are in our favor.

Then he heard someone speaking, but it took him a few seconds to realize it was Levi.

“Hey guys, how’s things going?”

The group looked a little startled, then they smiled and started exchanging handshakes and explosive back thumping. They stepped apart, grinning at each other. “You a-holes! What’re you doing? Causing trouble?”

The largest of the group grinned at Levi. “Not us. We stay out of trouble.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Hey, let me introduce everyone. We should go grab some lemonade from the midway.” He turned to Josh. “That okay?”

Josh nodded and waved them away. “Go relax, just don’t disappear for too long. We have cattle to take care of in a little while.”

Josh wasn’t certain how he felt about this new development as the group headed down the fairgrounds.


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