Sunday, April 8, 2018

DANI GRAY - Part One

Tom was going to lose his shit. When he signed up for this wilderness survival course he didn’t expect to be dropped in the middle of butt fuck no where. While sitting in a class learning this survival stuff, it didn’t quite prepare a person for the feeling of overwhelming fear. He was trying his best not to mess his shorts, but wasn’t too sure how successful he would be.

The scariest thing was the sounds of the animals around him, the roars were the worst. With how the sounds echoed and bounced back and forth in the valley, Tom worried his heart was going to stop.

Giving himself a mental slap on the back of his head, Tom remember to pull out his map and compass. He also remembered that little fact about moss growing on the north side of trees, so if he lost his compass he had a way to figure out directions. Being the geek he was, he even remembered that in the southern hemisphere, it grew on the south side of the trees.

Taking a deep breath, Tom figured out which way he needed to go to get to the meet point. Moving slowly, since he knew he was the clumsiest science nerd on the planet, Tom made his way through the woods.

Not sure if he was shivering because he was cold or just plain scared, he stopped to take off his backpack and to get his fleece jacket out and pulled it on. Tom loved how bright and cheery it was, and since red was his favorite color, he was happy to have something to lift his spirits a bit.

Glad he had some trail mix hidden in his bag, he grabbed it to put something in his swirling tummy other then the butterflies that were currently doing some insane gymnastics.

After taking two mouthfuls, he put the rest away, since he really wasn’t too sure how long it would take him to get to the meet point.

He was told it should only take him a couple of hours, but knowing him, he would get lost or somehow hurt himself.

As he walked, he started to calm down. It was then that he was able to enjoy the beauty that surrounded him. Nature really managed to create some of the most gorgeous things, and he found that he had to grab his camera and start taking pictures.

He was lucky enough to see a deer with her fawn, and had to stop and remain still so he could take their pictures. He had to smile at the antics of the little one as it danced and pranced around it’s mother. He had the worst time trying to hold back his laughter, only letting it out once they moved away.

He took some amazing pictures of an eagle gliding on the air currents, wishing he could be that animal and soar that way it did. Being able to move where and when it wanted to, and not be tied down to the ground with a fear of heights, feeling faint if he was more then two feet from the floor.

Tom loved the antics of a couple of squirrels, as they seemed to be playing tag with one another. The way they jumped from branch to branch, even tree to tree, left Tom standing there with his jaw hanging open in stunned shock. If he tried that, he would be a splat on the ground after the first attempt.

Not realizing that time was now becoming his enemy, Tom continued to be amazed by the display of beauty that was mother nature’s work.

As he began to take photo’s of the changing colors of the sky as the sun began it’s decent, Tom finally noticed that holy shit, the sun it setting!

Rushing to put away his camera, Tom failed to notice the huge bear that was on the path ahead of him. When he heard a roar, he lifted his head and dropped the bottle of water he took out after putting the camera in the bag.

Standing still, Tom tried hard to remember what they told him in the class to do.

As his heart started to beat frantically, Tom started to hyperventilate.

He was going to die.


And no one would care that he was gone.

His family threw him away when he told them he was gay. They even moved and changed their phone number making it blatant that they wanted nothing to do with him.

He was grateful when his grandmother took him in. She raised him from the age of eleven until she passed away last year. He had just graduated from university with his degree in molecular biology, when she passed away from the cancer that she never let him know about. Tom admitted that she was the person he most admired. To endure that type of disease and not let it ruin her sunny personality left him in awe. He knew that he would be in a corner crying his eyes out if was himself.

What he never knew about, was that she paid for his education in full. What he thought was student grants, was actually her paying for it and never letting him know. He knew that she didn’t want him to work while he studied, so she gave him a monthly allowance that let him only study. Since he knew that she was paying his living costs, he was determined to make her proud. Tom never went to any parties, never missed a class, and graduated with honors.

It was after a year had past that he received the letter she had written him. In it, she told him how proud of him she was, and that everything she owned now belonged to him. She also told him that he needed to live, not just muddle through, but go out and actually live life.

He needed to move outside of his comfort zone, he needed to do things that would scare the crap out of him and feel his heart pound. Somehow, Tom didn’t think she meant it like this.

All of that flashed through his mind as he watched the huge bear move towards him. Once it was within a couple of feet of him, he watched as it took giant drafts of air in through it’s nose. When it suddenly stood up on its hind legs as it let out a huge roar, Tom was sure his heart had stopped.

Tom Golden didn’t feel himself hitting the ground.

To be continued...



Shane Turner never hid the fact that he was out and proud, not even when it cost him the use of his legs. When he's attacked on his way home from the Pride Parade, he learns that being out and proud might be dangerous, but it also brings him the rescuer of his dreams.

Michael Franks has issues on top of issues, but the frightened cries of a man being attacked make them seem insignificant. When he rescues Shane and discovers a man who makes his heart race, he has to find the courage to step outside of his comfort zone in order to hold onto Shane's heart.

The instant attraction Shane and Michael feel for one another is something they want to explore, but physical and mental challenges are ahead for the two men. Will they be able to overcome them while trying to survive the three attackers who want Shane dead?

Story Excerpt
Well, this wasn’t how Shane Turner saw his day going. Not by a long shot. As he was leaving the Pride Parade grounds, he found himself suddenly surrounded by thugs chanting horrible words…freak, fudge-packer, pillow biter, waste of air.
Shane tried to ignore the rest of the crap they said. It wasn't worth listening to.
The blow came out of nowhere and knocked him to the ground. Fear slithered up his spine as he fell from his wheelchair. Thoughts of being beaten to death had him panicking.
Shane yelled, “Fuck off, you stupid assholes,” as he tried to get his wheelchair back upright.
Ok, so maybe going back to his car with rainbow flags all over his chair might not have been the brightest idea, but this was Pride. He should have been safe.
The group of three guys began taking turns stomping on his chair, and kicking Shane mainly on his legs, but also the rest of his body. All the while they kept saying what an abomination Shane and his “type” were, how gays were disgusting and should be all gotten rid of. He wanted to fight back, but he was too afraid to. The goons were all larger than him, but who wasn’t?
Shane barely stood five feet three inches when he was able to stand, but while in the chair, not so much. Shane wasn’t sure if he should be glad or sad that he couldn’t feel his legs, especially when, after one good kick to his leg, it bent at a funny angle. Shane tried to get a good look at the creeps, but every time he went to lower his arms to get a glimpse of them, they tried to kick him in the face.
Shane heard someone yelling, and when he looked up he saw a ginormous man running towards them. Shane closed his eyes, praying the guy was trying to hail a cab and not joining the goons beating him. He wasn't sure why no one was coming to help him.
“Get away from him," the big guy yelled. "Leave him alone!”
For a moment, it looked as if the three thugs were going to try to stand up to Shane's rescuer, but once they got a good look at the tall, dark, muscle bound man they ran.
As Shane tried to pull himself bit by bit over the sidewalk to get to his wheelchair, the man stopped him with a gentle hand to his shoulder.
“Please, let me help you.”
The sound of his voice, the concern, was a tone that Shane hadn’t heard from anyone in a long time. Usually it was people asking Shane for something, not offering to help him.
Shane stopped to stare, watching as the big man turned his chair over. He winced as he looked down at Shane. “I’m not sure if I should move you back into your wheelchair, your leg looks funny.”
 “It’s ok," Shane replied. "I don’t feel it. Who are you?”
The big guy blushed, which, to Shane, was totally adorable. “Sorry, my name is Michael. Michael Franks.”
Shane gazed at Michael, smiling tentatively. “Thank you, Michael. I think you may have saved my life.”
Michael blushed even more, replying, “No problem. Why were they hurting you?”
Shane looked at Michael “Probably because they know I’m gay and they’re assholes.”
Michael shook his head. “I don’t understand, you can’t hurt them, so why were they beating you up? I guess it’s like my mom says, ‘people can be cruel’." Michael frowned. "Well she says more than that, but that’s the basic meaning.”
Shane reached into his pocket for his phone, but became distracted by Michael’s warm body sitting down on the ground next to him. He couldn't help staring. The man was massive, but more than that, he was gorgeous.
When Michael looked up, Shane quickly glanced down at his phone. He searched through his contact list until he found the number he was after. “I need to call my driver to come and get me.”
Michael shook his head at Shane. “No, you need to call the police and an ambulance. They need to look for your attackers and you need to go to the hospital. There is something wrong with your leg and since you aren’t screaming in pain, I’m going to guess you don’t feel it. If you move it without getting it stable first, then you could do some serious damage to it.”
Eyes wide, Shane just looked at Michael in surprise.
Michael shrugged his shoulders “Just because I’m big and look stupid, doesn’t mean I am. I might have some issues, but they don’t affect my ability to think.”
It was then that Shane noticed the trembling hands, and he became worried. “Are you ok, Michael? You’re shaking, were you hurt?”
Michael hung his head, hiding his face. “No, I just have a severe essential tremor, among other things. My hands are always like this. Sometimes they are even worse. Today is a mild day.”
“Hey, we all have different issues. Mine is my chair, you have your hands. They don’t bother me, I was just worried you had been hurt.”
Shane made his call to 9-1-1, telling them what happened, where he was and that he needed medical help. After that, he called his driver Andy, to tell him to go home for now and that he would let him know when he would be ready to be picked up from the hospital.
Andy sounded concerned. “Are you sure Shane? You shouldn’t be alone right now. I’m on the way.”
“No,” Shane responded, “I have Michael here with me. He will make sure that I’m ok.”
“Michael? Who is Michael?” Andy asked.
"He's the guy who scared off the idiots beating me up."
"Do you know this guy?" Andy asked. "Have you met him before?"
“Shane, you don’t know Michael from a hole in the ground. How do you know that you will be safe with Michael? He could be in on this with those thugs.”
“I will be fine. I trust him,” Shane said, although he had no idea why. It was true. He didn't know the guy, but there was just something about Michael that calmed Shane. “Go, I will call you when I’m ready to be picked up from the hospital.”
Andy finally gave up, saying “Ok, but call me if you need anything, even a drink of water.”
Shane appreciated Andy, and his housekeeper Travis, knowing that they were his now family. Not so much the rest of his biologic family, but that thought was for another day.

Adult Excerpt

Holding out his hand, Shane told him, “Come here, I need to touch you. I love your body, and I find all the hair a massive turn on.”

Michael raised an eyebrow at Shane. “Are you sure?” he asked, as he crawled onto the bed beside Shane. “Mom offered to take me to get some of the hair removed, and I will if you want me to.”

Michael was praying Shane wouldn’t ask him to do that.

“No,” Shane said as he ran his hands over the hair on Michael's chest. “I’m loving it.”

“We need to discuss about condoms, hun.” Michael looked at Shane seriously. “I know that neither of us have never been with anyone, but I would like us to have another test in three months. Providing we are both clean, and I’m assuming we will be, we can get rid of them then. I refused to put either of us at risk. Is this acceptable to you?”

“Oh god, yes.” Shane sighed.

Michael leaned down to kiss Shane. He found that he was becoming hooked on the taste of this man. It was all Shane, with a touch of mint. He pushed this tongue into Shane’s willing mouth and rubbed all over the interior, memorizing the feeling and flavor.

As their tongues caressed each other, their hands were busy, too. When he found Shane’s nipples, he found out how sensitive they were. The small brown disks were hard, and these were something else that Michael knew he needed to taste. He slowed the kiss down, swallowing the cries that Shane made.

“Shh, hun,” he crooned to Shane. “I’m not leaving you. I really need to play with those pretty nips of yours.”

Shane was whimpering and squirming around as much as he could, trying to get closer to Michael.

As he slowly moved his mouth down over Shane’s chin, he found out that his Adam’s apple was another hot spot for the man. Michael spent a couple minutes licking and sucking on that. He then moved down a bit more and started to nibble on Shane’s collar bone.

The sounds that Shane made were better than any porn, and had Michael close to climax. Knowing he needed to hurry this along, or it would be over before it started, Michael went directly for Shane’s left nipple, immediately sucking on it hard. When Shane let out a small scream, that had Michael pulling back, worried he’d hurt him.

“Oh, sweet baby jesus, more, please dear god, more,” Shane kept babbling, begging for more.

Michael grinned and got back to the joy of Shane. He was looking forward to the years he would get to spend with this man, mapping every hot spot on his body. His own personal playground.

While Michael continued to lave the attention on Shane’s chest, he was surprised when his hair was suddenly yanked.

Shane was passing him the lube and condom. “Get me ready and fuck me, now!” he practically growled at Michael.

Michael sat up and grabbed the condom. His fingers trembled as he ripped open the package and gingerly—but quickly—rolled it down his cock. He was too close as it was.

Looking down at Shane’s body, he zeroed his gaze in on the proud dick waiting for him to feast on it. Pulling his eyes up to Shane. “Later, I’m going to suck your cock until you come down my throat.”.

Hearing Shane whimper was music to Michael’s ears.

He opened the cap to the lube, and then poured out a good amount on his fingers. He wasn’t a small man, and had no intention of hurting Shane. He never wanted to cause his love a moment of pain.

Michael paused. His love?

Yes, yes he was.

With a huge grin on his face, Michael moved down between Shane’s legs. He grabbed a pillow to put under Shane’s ass, and draped Shane’s legs over his thighs, taking extra care with his broken leg. Getting a good dollop of lube on his fingers, he slowly rubbed them over the pink star he wanted in.

“Michael!” Shane cried out. “Oh god, I can feel what you are doing. More, put it in me. I need to feel you.”

Listening to Shane beg was ramping up Michael’s desire, but he knew he had to go slow. Since Shane had never had a lover before he had to make sure he was properly stretched, and he refused to cause him any further pain, only pleasure.

Reaching his other hand out, he took Shane’s cock in hand and slowly started to jack him off. While doing this he gently began to work a finger into Shane. When he finally felt the muscles of Shane’s ass loosen, he added a second finger.

By the time he was able to move four fingers in and out of Shane's ass, his own muscles were shaking with tension from holding back. He needed to be in Shane more than breathing. Making love was his only imperative.

When he released Shane’s dick and took out his fingers, Shane glared at him. “Fuck me. Now!”

“No,” Michael replied. “I’m going to make love to you. I love you, Shane.” As Michael lined his prick up with Shane’s ass, he looked up to stare into the man's twinkling eyes. “I love you and will for the rest of our lives. You are it for me.”

“I love you, too.” As tears gathered in Shane’s eyes, he ordered Michael. “Now, make love to me.”

Michael slowly pushed himself into Shane’s welcoming body, the heat surrounding him was indescribable. Every time he had to pull back, all he could do was push back in as soon as possible. This was a haven that he never wanted to leave. He leaned forward to rest his upper body on his arms, and brought their mouths together again.

As they breathed into each other, it felt as if their souls were bonding. Michael was grateful that he waited for this man. Shane was everything to him, his best friend, his lover, and his soul mate.

The give and take of their bodies as they moved soon had Michael feel the tightening of his balls, letting him know that the end was close, and he needed to make sure that Shane found his pleasure first. He reached between their bodies to grab Shane’s cock and ran his hand up and down, matching the pace of their lovemaking.

Michael bent to whisper in his ear, “Come for me, my love.”


I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember. I still remember one of the first books I read, it was the Bobbsey Twins. As I got older, I moved into the more interesting books, but some of the typo’s made me nuts! So, after contacting writers I started a career of where I began editing, beta reading and brainstorming. After being harassed for a couple of years by some of the writers, I gave in and have now begun to write.

I live in central Canada with my hubby of over 25 years, 4 kids, and 5 grandkids. We have a collection of pets, including our guard cat. I love nothing more then curling up with a good book, or my laptop to work on the next thing that catches the muse.

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  1. Oooo, and now I have to wait for more. ~pouts~

  2. Think i would have fainted as well lol xx

  3. ouch cliffhanger!!!~ can't wait for the next chaps...thank you...

  4. Wow! I am looking forward to the next part.
    Debby236 at gmail dot com

  5. Can’t wait for the next part. Thank you

  6. loving it so far.

  7. Thank you

  8. Aww poor Tom.....looking forward to the rest of this story....I'm hoping that Tom finds someone or something to make him feel better xxxx

  9. Oh Wow, I really hope that bear is a shifter!

  10. Lol nice, waiting for part 2.

  11. Oh, wow! A Goldie Locks book. I can’t wait for the next part of this story!

  12. I can't wait to see what Tom does.

  13. Love all your stories and can't wait for more of this one.

  14. Can't wait for more! :D

  15. Wow! What a spot for part one to stop! I sure hope 'to be continued' means part 2 is tomorrow!!

  16. Cherri HollingsworthApril 8, 2018 at 5:44 AM

    Ant wait for more

  17. Yowza! This is fabulous and I want to read MORE!
    j dot stonewright at gmail dot com

  18. oh holy wow Dani please please I want more now lol

  19. Fantastic start. I can't wait to read the next part!

  20. Oh wow. I can't wait to read more.

  21. More please!

  22. I would have fainted too!
    Looks like somebeardy found his mate. See what I did there? Lol

  23. Oley cow.. I need more.. loved it so far.

  24. Yep! I would have fainted too.

  25. Nice start. Thanks for story.


  26. Can’t wait for the next installment.

  27. great start can't wait for more .. thank you

  28. cool part
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  29. I've run into a bear before, although not in the middle of the woods by myself. We talked to it and slowly backed away. My dad always said to talk in a quiet voice to alert bears to your presence without startling them.
    jlshannon74 at

  30. My heart would stop too. waiting for more.

  31. Can’t wait for next part!!

  32. Wonderful part waiting for the next one!!!!!!!
    Thank you Bobbi

  33. Can't wait to see what happens to Tom.

  34. I loved it.

  35. Awesome start! Like everyone else I want more. Looking forward to the next part.

  36. I hope that is a shifter.

  37. Can't wait for part 2.

  38. Sooooo hope the bear is a shifter (or one shows up quickly!), can't wait for part two.


  39. That is one way to leave a reader in suspense. Now I really want to see what happens to Tom.

  40. Oh no! Poor Tom. I sure hope this bear is more than he looks - or maybe a friendly wolf will come along to save Tom. Can't wait to find out. I see a "red riding hood" theme here (red jacket).



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