Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: Mine! Part Two Chapter Thirty-seven

There's no prompt this week but I hope you'll enjoy the chapter anyway!!

His eyes flashed red, and I relished the sight, knowing I’d blooded him. Instinct drove me to run my hands down his back, cupping his cheeks. I rocked my hip and ran my muzzle across his neck and cheeks, marking him with my scent even further. Ritch hummed, pressing back.

This time was calmer, slower, deeper and more intense as our bond gave me a glimpse into how he felt. I used the link between us to drive him crazy, barely holding on to my own sanity and remembering my purpose. We were so close, but I wanted to be closer. I wanted to meld my body to his.

We panted together. I didn’t have any words. All I could do was touch him. I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to. Ritch leaned against me, his body limp with our sweaty skin pressed together. His cheek rested on my shoulder.

As soon as my leg muscles stopped quivering, I was going to take him for a bath. Then a snack. Then we would snuggle in bed for the rest of the night. Plans made, I relaxed against the headboard.

“Are we doing anything today?” I asked. Ritch had taken over and only let me do certain things so I’d stay off my leg and heal. But I was nearly better, and the walls were closing in on me. I spent a lot of time patrolling our perimeter, and I was getting antsy. I wanted to show Ritch all of my favorite spots.

“Not until lunch. We have plans to have lunch with your brother and the alpha.”

“His name is Deke.”

Ritch shook his head. “He’s the alpha. I couldn’t call him by his first name.”

“He’s like a brother to me. Hell, he is, since he mated my brother. And you’re my mate. That makes Deke your brother.”

His eyes bugged out and his mouth dropped open. “I… I never considered what….” He trailed off, blinking slowly.

“What mating the beta of the streak would mean? You’re part of us now, and we’re all the family we have left. Our parents are gone; it’s just us. And I can tell you Deke will get pretty annoyed if you alpha him left and right.”

“But… it’s not right!” Ritch was agitated, unable to sit still. He started pacing back and forth across the living room.

“This really bugs you?”


I stood up. “Why?” I put out my hand and pulled him to a stop on the next circuit past me. I could feel the fine tremors in him, sensed his tension through our bond.

“Alphas….” He shook his head violently. “No, I can’t.”

“Okay.” I reeled him in and held him close, wrinkling my nose at the sour stench of his fear. He’d come so far since he first appealed for sanctuary, sometimes I forgot the hell his life had been. “Calm down. You can call him whatever makes you comfortable. I do it to annoy him sometimes, so it’s no big deal.”

“I don’t want to annoy him!”

“You won’t.” I rubbed my hands up and down his back and rubbed my cheek against his.

Ritch fisted his hand in my shirt. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I’d send him a text to make sure. Kraig and Ritch got along well, so we’d probably spend a lot of time with them. Eventually he’d learn just how different our streak was.

“Okay.” Ritch took a deep breath, and then another, before his grip loosened and he let go of my shirt. I let him pull back. He looked up. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” I meant it. “Are you going to make something to take with us for lunch or are you and Kraig cooking after we get there?”

“After we get there. Apparently neither of us have great skills in the kitchen. I think it’s just going to be subs.”

“Kraig makes the best subs. Fresh bread, lots of meat, cheese, and he bakes them to get it all warm and melty.” They were Park’s favorite. Park narrowed his eyes. “I wonder why he’s making them.” Were they trying to butter him up for something?”

“Maybe your brother just wants to make something you like.”

“True.” They were comfort food.

Ritch had calmed down but he was watching me closely. “Your nostrils keep flaring. Are you smelling phantom sandwiches or something else?”

“You smell… upset.”

“I never could get over how well bonded werekin can scent stuff like emotions.” He lifted his arm and sniffed. “Do I smell bad?”

“Sort of bitter,” I admitted.

Ritch frowned. “Should I go take a shower? Or change my clothes?”

“It wouldn’t hurt.” The scent would probably go away by lunch, but it would give me some time. “Make it a long shower, and I’ll come in and join you.” He was probably too sore for much, but I would never miss a chance to worship my mate’s body.

“Okay.” Ritch stripped off his shirt. “Don’t take too long.”

His ability to compartmentalize and suppress things astounded me. If not for the smell, I would never have guessed he was nearly frantic with fear minutes before. As soon as he was upstairs and the shower came on, I pulled out my phone.

“When we come over, Ritch is going to call you Alpha, and you can’t say anything to him about it,” I said as soon as Park said hello.

“I can’t?” I could practically hear Park’s eyebrows go up.

“No. I promised him you wouldn’t because the idea freaks him the fuck out. So ignore it.” I could just barely hear Ritch above the sound of the water, but the image of him under the water, dripping wet….

“Damn. I will.”

“Gotta go. See you later.” I almost hung up. “Oh! And we’re mates now.” Then I really did hang up.


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Monday, September 18, 2017

QSF's New Flash Anthology is Live!

Every year the Queer SciFi group on Facebook does a great flash fiction contest. This year's theme was Renewal, and now you can read all the entries in the just released eBook or print books!!

Publisher: Mischief Corner Books

Author: Various – see Authors section below

Cover Artist: Gus Li

Length: 196 pages

Format: eBook, Paperback

Release Date: 9/13/17

Pairing: Various – covers many pairings and identities

Price: 4.99, 16.99 paperback (b/w illus); 28.99 (color illus – avail 9/16)

Series: SF Flash Fiction Anthologies – Book Three

Genre: Sci Fi, Paranormal, Fantasy, Horror, Romance, Mainstream

Blurb: (noun)

1) Resuming an activity after an interruption, or
2) Extending a contract, subscription or license, or
3) Replacing or repairing something that is worn out,
run-down, or broken, or
4) Rebirth after death.

Four definitions to spark inspiration, a limitless number of stories to be conceived. Only 110 made the cut.

Thrilling to hopeful, Renewal features 300-word speculative fiction ficlets about sexual and gender minorities to entice readers.

Welcome to Renewal.


Because these stories are only 300 words each, we’re not supplying long excerpts, but here are the first lines of several of the stories. Enjoy!

“Griselda pulled the weeds from between the rows of Valerianella locusta plants in the garden, careful not to disturb the buds that would grow into the babies that were her only real income-producing crop.” —The Witches’ Garden, by Rie Sheridan Rose

“I didn’t know how truly the world was in trouble until I went journeying to look for Anisette’s bluebonnets.” —Bluebonnets, by Emily Horner

“The ship’s drive malfunctioned at the worst possible time.” —The Return, by Andrea Speed

“Before we continue, there’s a rather macabre fact about me I should share.” —Rejuvenation, by Christine Wright

“When I died they buried me at the bottom of the garden and returned to the fields.” —Below the Hill, by Matthew Bright

“The world is ending and I can’t look away from your eyes.” —Sunrise, by Brigitte Winter

Losing one’s superpowers to your arch nemesis sucks donkey nuts, I tell ya. And trust me when I say I suck a lot of them.” —Rainbow Powers, by Dustin Karpovich

The day I was born again was damp, rainy—a good day for rebirth, all things considered.” —The Birthing Pod, by Michelle Browne

Intwir's twelve eyes roved over the container, taking in the cracked outer lock and the elasticated fabric stretched tightly over its exterior.” —In a Bind, by S R Jones

“‘You’ve reached Androgyne HelpLine. Press one to start service. Press two to interrupt or cancel service. Press three—’” —Auto-Renew, by Ginger Streusel

“The doctor tells me that my wife is dying, but I already know.” —I Will Be Your Shelter, by Carey Ford Compton

“‘San Francisco was the first to go dark, followed by Los Angeles.’” —When Light Left, by Lex Chase

“My fingers lingered on the synthetic skin, trailing soft patterns across my work.” —Miss You, by Stephanie Shaffer 

Where You Can Find Renewal:

 Print (b/w illustrations only):



'Nathan Burgoine

A.M. Leibowitz

A.M. Soto

Abby Bartle

Aidee Ladnier

Alexis Woods

Andi Deacon

Andrea Felber Seligman

Andrea Speed

Andrea Stanet

Anne McPherson

Bey Deckard

Brigitte Winter

Carey Ford Compton

Carol Holland March

Carrie Pack

Catherine Lundoff

CB Lee

Christine Wright

Colton Aalto

Daniel Mitton

Dustin Blottenberger

Dustin Karpovich

E R Zhang

E.J. Russell

E.W. Murks

Ell Schulman

Ellery Jude

Eloreen Moon

Elsa M León

Emily Horner

Eric Alan Westfall

F.T. Lukens

Fenrir Cerebellion

Foster Bridget Cassidy

Ginger Streusel

Hannah Henry

Irene Preston

J. Alan Veerkamp

J. P. Egry

J. Summerset

J.S. Fields

Jaap Boekestein

Jackie Keswick

Jana Denardo

Jeff Baker

Jenn Burke

Joe Baumann

John Moralee

Jon Keys

Jude Dunn

K.C. Faelan

Kelly Haworth

Kiterie Aine

Kristen Lee

L M Somerton

L. Brian Carroll

L.M. Brown

L.V. Lloyd

Laurie Treacy

Leigh M. Lorien

Lex Chase

Lia Harding

Lin Kelly

Lloyd A. Meeker

Lyda Morehouse

M.D. Grimm

Martha J. Allard

Mary E. Lowd

Matt Doyle

Matthew Bright

Mia Koutras

Michelle Browne

Milo Owen

Mindy Leana Shuman

Naomi Tajedler

Natsuya Uesugi

Nephy Hart

Nicole Dennis

Ofelia Gränd

Patricia Scott

Paul Stevens

PW Covington

R R Angell

R.L. Merrill

Rebecca Cohen

Redfern Jon Barrett

Reni Kieffer

Richard Amos

RL Mosswood

Robyn Walker

Rory Ni Coileain

Rose Blackthorn

Ross Common

S R Jones

Sacchi Green

Sarah Einstein

Shilo Quetchenbach

Siri Paulson

Soren Summers

Stephanie Shaffer

Steve Fuson

Tam Ames

Terry Poole

Tray Ellis

Vivien Dean

Wendy Rathbone

Xenia Melzer

Zen DiPietro

Zev de Valera

Friday, September 15, 2017

New Book by Cheryl Headford!!

Author Name: Cheryl Headford

Book Length 214 Pages

Book Name: Shade’s Champion

Release Date: 15th September 2017


Sixteen-year-old Shade has spent years imprisoned in a dark cellar after being snatched off the street as a young child. Events since his release have left him traumatised and desperate to die.

Dory is a lively and engaging seventeen-year-old with mental health issues that make him a slave to his dangerously uncontrollable emotions.

When Shade comes to the secure children's home, Eastbrook; because no one else wants him, the manager appoints Dory as his champion, an appointment Dory takes very seriously indeed.

As friendship turns into something else, something new and exciting, they struggle to find their feet, but every step leads to more complication.

When a spiteful act separates them, it seems their love is doomed before it ever had a chance, but when Dory falls ill, it's up to Shade to pick up the standard and become his champion, although it might already be too late.


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 and menagerie of three cats, a dog and a dragon. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close.

Immersed, as always, in the world of fantasy, she maintains a burning desire to share the stories and these days it’s in the form of books which all contain her spark and unique view on life, the universe and everything.


“His name’s not Shane,” Dorien said, wanting to do something to earn his champion status. Champions were like knights, and he had to fight for the damsel in distress in any way he could. Well, kind of.

“Excuse me?” The social worker looked at him as if he were some sort of curious thing. She had a patronising air that infuriated him. She treated everyone like a five-year-old and didn’t listen to anything.

“His name. It isn’t Shane. It’s Shade.”

“Don’t be silly, Dorien. No one’s called Shade.”

“Erm, actually, he is,” Richard broke in.

Uh oh, Richard was frowning. Richard never frowned unless he was really cross, and Dorien was very glad he wasn’t frowning at him.

“Really?” She glared at Shade, who gazed back with no expression at all on his face or in his eyes. Damn, this boy was going to be a challenge. Oh well, Dory liked challenges. There was a vague unease in the back of his mind. If ever there was anything to get angry over, Shade was it. Already, he was feeling a kind of protectiveness he’d never felt before. If anyone hurt Shade... Oh dear.

“Well, come on then,” the woman said, taking Shade’s elbow and steering him up the steps, way too fast. He stumbled again, and both Richard and Dorien hurried forward.

Richard gave Dorien a look. “It’s all right, Dory, I’ve got it from here. You’d better get back to the common room. It’ll be dinner time soon, and I’m sure you’ll want to tell everyone about Shade.”

“I haven’t said hello yet.” Ignoring Richard, Dorien held out his hand to Shade, who simply looked at it as if he didn’t know what a hand was, let alone why it was waving about in front of him. Patiently, Dorien took Shade’s hand and shook it. “That’s the way we say hello, at least the grown-ups do, which you are, practically, although they’ll still treat you like a kid. My name’s Dorien, but everyone calls me Dory. I don’t know why because that’s a fish in Finding Nemo who has a very bad memory. I have a very good memory. Anyway, I’m going to be your friend. Penny said I was to be your champion, but that’s a funny kind of word, so I think friend is better.” Impulsively, Dorien threw his arms around Shade and hugged him briefly. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll look after you.”

Dorien turned to Richard. “I mean properly, Richard. You don’t need to look at me like that. Penny explained, and my intentions are purely honourable, I can assure you.”

Richard gawped.

“Close your mouth, you’re catching flies,” Dorien teased.

“Common room, Dory. Now.”


With a last glance at Shade, Dorien grinned and called, “See ya,” as he raced off inside.


Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Earning His Trust Tour Contest Winners!!!

Thank you to everyone who visited the stops for the Earning His Trust blog tour & took the time to enter my contest! I've contacted the winners via email, and I'll announce them below. If you see your name and don't have an email from me, please check your junk inbox or email me at anordwell (@) 

Serena S.

Wednesday Briefs: Mine! Part Two Chapter 36

There's no prompt this week but I hope you'll enjoy the chapter anyway!!

Ritch crawled on the bed, straddling my feet and then slowly making his way up my legs. His eyes were locked on my leaking cock jutting straight up. He stopped around my mid-thighs. I leaned forward and encouraged him to scoot forward the rest of the way. His hands came down on my shoulders.

He was hard and leaking, his cock nestled against my stomach as I held him close to me. I tilted my head back. “Kiss?” It was something he was comfortable with, something that might bring down some of the tension I could feel in his back.

I parted my lips in anticipation when Ritch leaned down, his fingers tightening on my shoulders. His lips met mine, pressing close and then away, coming back again a second later. I ached to taste him, and I growled in satisfaction as he dipped his tongue inside my mouth.

When he retreated, I followed, taking his mouth. I swept my tongue inside and tangled them together, stroking and caressing him with my hands as we finally found ourselves slotted together, skin to skin, like I’d fantasized about.

Minutes could have become hours as I rubbed my hands down his back. He settled downward, my cock nestled in the cleft of his ass and his tight to my stomach. When he started rocking his hips in minute increments, I ripped my mouth away and moaned. I gripped both his cheeks and ground upward.


My eyes flew open and I froze, but Ritch didn’t look scared. His pupils were blown and he didn’t stop moving. “You like that?” I asked.


“Want to try some lube?”

Ritch paused, licking his lips. He nodded once. I picked up the bottle I’d set beside me and opened it. Rather than shocking him with the cool liquid, I put the tip of the bottle against the tip of my cock and squeezed.

Lube went everywhere. The cold slick oozed down my cock and pooled against my skin and slid down to my balls. I cursed and fumbled with the bottle, nearly dropping it, finally getting it shut. I dropped it on the bed, the sheets already ruined.

“Too much is better than too little.” I couldn’t even try to be suave.

Ritch’s lips twitched. “I agree.” He settled against me again, squirming. The amusement on his face faded, but his eyebrows were drawn in.

I knew what he needed. I wiped my hand on the sheet, then palmed his smooth ass cheeks, spreading them slightly. Then I lifted my hips and slid my slick, hard cock past his hole and along his sensitive skin. “Fuck.” I wanted inside him, but I needed to be patient.

“Oh yeah.” Ritch squeezed my shoulders, his blunt nails digging in. I liked the small sting and I rocked my hips again to make him do it some more. Ritch held on tight as I pushed his arousal higher. His breath came faster.

“Hold on to the headboard.” I needed to move this along before one of us came. I pushed his knees farther apart and slid down in the bed, bringing his cock level with my mouth and giving me more room to reach him.

Come dripped from the angry pink tip of his cock. I stuck out my tongue and swirled it around, capturing them and taking in his salty, musky flavor. I wanted to rub my cheeks against him, to wallow in his scent—so I did as I ran my fingers through all the lube coating my balls.

I touched him with my fingers for the first time, tracing them down his crack and then to the soft, wrinkled flesh of his hole. Ritch gasped and cursed as I circled and then pressed in with my finger. I lost myself in the sensations as he squirmed, pushing forward into my mouth and then back on my finger.

Daring to push him, I added a second finger and added suction with my mouth, laving the bottom of his cock with my tongue. His movements became slower, but he didn’t stop. “Park!” Ritch barked my name as I curled my fingers and pressed them against his spongy prostate.


“I’m gonna come,” he ground out.

I let up and pulled my fingers out. Ritch tried to follow them and his cock left my mouth. I pushed up with my elbow, squirming until I was leaning against the pillows again, his arms bracketing me. Sweat beaded on his brow, his irises were narrow rings around his blown pupils, and his cheeks were bright pink. He inched backward and this time when my cock pressed against his hole, he stopped.

“Are you ready?” The thought he might say no made my balls ache, but I had to ask.

Ritch nodded. “Please.” He was breathing hard and fast.

I reached between us and held the base of my shaft. “Your speed,” I reminded him. Ritch was less patient, and he pushed hard, my head and maybe half of my shaft inside him at once. He grunted and I cursed, grabbing his hips.


“No.” Ritch stared in my eyes. “I’m done with slow. I chose this.”

“Fuck. Okay.” I let go of his hips and let him take over, which is way harder than I thought. He drove himself down on me and then started rocking. His muscles rippled over my shaft, hot and tight.

“Not gonna last,” I warned him. I had no control, and I zeroed in on his neck. I had to blood him. I bit my finger and then then pushed it into his open mouth, exploding as Ritch sucked hard.

Then I sank my teeth into him. The iron tang of his blood filled my mouth as the bond snapped in place between us. More come spurted from my cock to coat his inner walls, and his coated our bellies.

I eased my bite, then licked his torn flesh, prompting it to heal. I’d done it. “Mate,” I growled.