Tess Black: Welcome Author Freddy Makckay!

Hello everyone! And thank you to Tess for having me here today. My name is Freddy Mackay and I am fortunate enough to bring you another post about my new release, Dirty Little Secret, in the Cabin for Two Anthology released by Mischief Corner Books, January 19^th.

Blurb

Snow, storm, transportation woes, gravity well mishaps - the list of disasters that might strand someone in the wilderness is endless. But what happens when two men are marooned together? Close quarters and intimate situations strike sparks, whether the men are strangers or lovers on the emotional rocks.

A Bear in the Woods by Toni Griffin

A bear shifter tries to convince his mate that he's not crazy while fighting threats against his own life.

The Other Cabin by Vicktor Alexander

When a young graduate finds himself at the wrong cabin facing the muzzle of a shotgun, he had no idea how much his life has just changed.

Dirty Little Secret by Freddy MacKay

A geocaching trip goes horribly wrong, but the hiker's rescuer is the one person who may be able to save him in more ways than he can imagine.

Three Little Words by Mathilde Watson

Lifelong friends have returned from the Korean conflict and now need to fight their way through the feelings they've harbored for each other for so long.

Their Natural Habitat by Silvia Violet

A forest ranger and his lover just want a nice weekend away. The bear baiters have other ideas.

A Matter of Faces by Angel Martinez

A data privateer crash lands on a barely habitable moon where he's found by a research scientist who refuses to show his face.

Basically what you have is:

Angel's 'A Matter of Faces' story is for the Sci Fi junkies.

My 'Dirty Little Secret' story is for the contemporary fans.

Mathilde's 'Three Little Words' story is for fans who appreciate period pieces set in the 1950s.

Silvia's 'Their Natural Habitat' story is for the men in uniformed lovers.

Toni's 'A Bear in the Woods' story is for all the paranormal readers.

And Vicktor's 'The Other Cabin' is for lovers of the interracial genre

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Dirty Little Secret

DLS is my contribution to Cabin for Two. The MC is Erik Broden, a doctor, avid geocacher, broken hearted, embarrassed and on a mission to forget about the last few weeks where his life came crashing down on him. He's off geocaching in the Appalachian Mountains when life decides to throw him another curve ball—or more specifically—a tree root. Erik tumbles down the side of the mountain and gets hurt. What he doesn't know is who he meets when he gets rescued.

For me, writing this story was about a person who was stuck. Sometimes, anything and everything can and will go wrong, and it sucks. You just want to stop, forget for a while, and lick your wounds. Just like Erik. When he's stuck 6 inches from salvation and hurt, he wants to give up. Not because he wants to die, but because he's tired of life crapping on him. I think all of us can relate to that. We hit a point where we need a break, a stop, and in this story, Erik gets his break in the form of a cabin and his friend Jonas.

Below is a short excerpt from my story.

Excerpt

He turned his face toward the warmth and snuggled under the soft blanket covering him. It felt so good to be so close to a crackling fire, the smell of burning wood, the periodic shift of the logs. The heat wrapped around him like the gentle sun on a spring day.

Wait. Spring day?

No… it's November. It couldn't be spring. He had been outside. In a fucking snowstorm.

Erik's eyes popped open, his gaze moving about wildly as he tried to figure out where the hell he was. A large fire snapped and popped in front of him in a fireplace. Its flames provided the only illumination in the room so Erik couldn't determine much more. That and he lay on the floor. He chanced a glance down and discovered he lay on a furry rug of some kind, wrapped in some fleece blanket.

He twisted, wanting to look around, but ended up gasping in pain when he did so. "Argh! Fuck!"

Ribs. Shoulder. Fucking ribs!

Erik wanted to howl at the unfairness of it all, but he didn't. He bit his lip and kept his cry in. Erik had to first figure out where he was and why he hadn't frozen to death on the cabin porch.

Ah… Erik settled on his back, looking around. He was in the cabin. Well, that's good.

The only problem was Erik knew he didn't walk through the front door on his own two damn feet.

"How the fuck did I end up here?" Erik asked the room.

"That's what I wanna know," said a familiar voice.

Erik jumped, sitting up immediately, and crumbled, clutching his side, just as fast. "Shit!"

Two large hands went to Erik's shoulders, the tenor voice filled with concern. "What hurts the most?"

"My ribs," wheezed Erik, puffing fervently, grimacing. It was like a thousand pieces of broken glass just tore through him, leaving only a bloody mess in their place. There was no blood, however, just pain and misery. "I think"—he tilted his head back so he could get a good look at his rescuer—"that's where it hurts the most right now… Jonas?"

"Hey, Erik." Jonas Ahlstrom knelt in front of Erik, the corner of his mouth pinched. Lines marred his forehead. "Don't move, just lay back down."

"Wha–Wha–What are yo–you?" sputtered Erik, leaning forward, shock running throughout him.

Jonas squeezed Erik's left shoulder. He winced, jerking back. Jonas's brows came together, he curled his bottom lip in and caught it with his teeth. Erik panted, hoping to ease the pain.

"I thought you said your ribs hurt?" asked Jonas, censure in his tone, his eyes flashing. Erik couldn't read what was there. The light from the flames was too dim.

"They hurt more," clarified Erik, leaning back. He wanted to lie back down since he knew he wasn't in immediate danger, except moving backward caused immense pain… a lot of it. "Fuck!"

Jonas's long arms wrapped around Erik, pulling him close, so close he could feel the heat radiating off his friend. "What's wrong?"

"Can't go forward, definitely can't go back," huffed Erik, his fingers curling into Jonas's flannel. "Just hold me for a minute. Don't let go."

Tapping their heads together, Jonas chuckled as Erik frowned.

"I don't see how my pain is funny," snapped Erik, regretting the harsh tones coming out of his mouth.

Jonas shook his head, a rumble in his chest. "It's not, my king."

"Good answer," said Erik. "You want to tell me why you were laughing then?"

Jonas looked down at Erik as he eased him back, his friend's expression soft. His voice was a little raspy when he spoke, "I just never expected you to be clinging to me with such desperation. I found the moment funny."

Excerpt End

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