Monday, August 24, 2026

πŸ“šMonday's Mysterious Mayhem(Back to School Edition)πŸ“š: Head Rush by Davidson King




Summary:
Haven Hart Universe #9
Rush
All I want is to finish college, live life as a musician, and love the man of my dreams. That man, however, is Simon Manos, nephew of crime boss Christopher Manos, and there’s a war brewing on the streets of Haven Hart. Achieving my dreams has to be done while ducking bullets, trying not to get blown up, and hoping enemies don’t kill me.

Simon
I love Rush and want him to have everything he could ever hope for—all that his father denied him. As the heir to the Manos family business, it’s not quite that simple; I have responsibilities to fulfill. Haven Hart is getting dangerous, enemies need to be dealt with, and unfortunately, our dreams of the future must be put on hold.

We call on old friends and band together to face a common threat. When we’re forced into hiding, the situation escalates and the odds don’t seem to be in our favor. We do the only thing we can…stand our ground to the bitter end. As our lives start to fall apart, the unasked question is posed: Will someone have to make the ultimate sacrifice to save everyone?

Original Review March Book of the Month 2022:
When Raven's Hart was published 2-1/2 years ago I was afraid we'd seen the end of the Haven Hart gang, I knew the author was already planning Joker's Sin, a spin-off series of stories centered around the gay bar in the dangerous city we all knew and loved called Haven Hart with it's own cast of characters.  HOWEVER, personally I was not ready to bid adieu to the original Haven Hart crew so when Secret Simon came out last year, I was all kinds of HOLY HANNAH BATMAN!  In a way you could say these new entries are the next generation or a second story arc.  Whatever you call it, I call it: OMG! PLEASE LET THERE BE MORE!

In Head Rush, we again follow Simon and Rush as they move onto life within the city limits of Haven Hart biding their time until Liam Brennan strikes.  Simon grew up in this world, Rush not so much.  I think he adjusts and adapts perfectly.  I say "perfectly" not because he has no problems with the life of danger and mayhem but because he finds a way to balance his internal struggles of "how can this be" and "it has to play out this way" and it's that balance that is perfect.  You know what?  That's all I'm going to say to the plot because I'm afraid once I start I won't be able to stop and I won't spoil it for anyone.  The mens' journey is chock full of allies, friends, and enemies some we know intimately and others are introduced(or explored further).  

I gotta be honest, I'm still not quite use to Eight being all grown up, for part of me he will always be that little boy Snow saved way back in the early pages of Snow Falling.  Despite that forever image burned into my psyche, trust me when I say Simon is all adult now and with Rush at his side, anything and everything is possible.

Davidson King has a knack for the darker side of life where you find yourself cheering for good guys who are not-so-squeaky-clean and bad guys who are easy to hate for their despicableness.  Yes, there is a thin line at times between good and bad, especially in fiction and some might say King's Haven Hart universe is a little too violent, too dark, but me? I think the balance is all kinds of righteous yummyness.  But beyond the violence of the mafia stoked world of Haven Hart, Davidson King shows the world that being gay, being LGBTQ doesn't make one weak.  I won't say "doesn't make them men" because violence isn't just a male characteristic, it's a human characteristic and there's plenty of strong women in her world too, some entries more so than others but good or bad they are there too.  Maybe I'm just babbling but what I'm trying to get across is Haven Hart isn't just about violence and darkness, at the barest core is heart, family, friendship, and strength.  Doing what you have to to protect those you love.  I don't think I'm giving anything away when I say this, in Head Rush, Rush Abernathy may not have been born into this world but he steps in and does what he must.

Now you may wonder what got that thought stirring in my brain, after all Head Rush is book 9.  It was something one character said but I won't tell you who because I don't want to spoil who showed up and who didn't.  Just know that it gave me pause, literally, one line of dialogue made me put my kindle down and think about the statement and the opinion I stated above.  When an author of fiction can make the reader stop and think that strongly with only one line of dialogue, half a dozen words, you know you found an author who truly puts their whole being into telling said story.  That it is more than just endless hours at a keyboard with dozens of post-it notes scribbled with tiny details to remember and research files of seemingly useless facts and specs for accuracy and continuity, the work they give to the world is part of them, they have poured their heart and soul between the covers.  That's what gives Davidson King's work a special something that can be hard to put into words(even though through my babbling I do try), the same special something that makes Head Rush deserving of the Haven Hart brand.

I don't know how many more stories the men and women of Haven Hart have to tell Davidson King but I know I'll be ready and willing to read every journey she gets let in on and in turn shares with us.

One final note, if wondering about reading order, you do need to read Secret Simon before Head Rush.  Some may say you don't need to read the original Haven Hart stories prior but I can't imagine having not experienced them first.  Yes, there are characters from the original story arc books and no, technically you don't need to know their individual journeys to enjoy Simon and Rush's arc but I think the friendship and family chemistries flow better.  However you read it, Davidson King's Haven Hart universe is 200% storytelling at it's purest form.


Original Audiobook Review August 2023:
How did it take so long to listen to Head Rush?!?!?!?! I said the same thing last year with Secret Simon so maybe it was fateπŸ˜‰.  If I hadn't been doing my annual re-listens who knows how long this audio would have slipped through my listening cracks.  Better late than never, right?

As usual, there is very little I can add to my audio review that wasn't already said in my original ebook review.  Simon and Rush are brilliant, honestly if the author had told their story first and then went back to reveal Haven Hart as a prequel series I'd probably love them more than Snow and Christopher, that's just how amazing this pair is.  The margin of difference between my love of each pairing in Haven Hart Universe is so infinitesimal I'm not even going to try and list them just know that Simon and Rush have earned their spot.

As to the narration of Solo and Cendese, they capture their perspective characters perfectly.  Before Snow Falling, I honestly can't think of a single audiobook I've listen to that had dual narration so as you can imagine I was skeptical. I needn't have been.  Just as Joel Leslie and Philip Alces brought the original series' characters to life so perfectly fitting, John Solo and Alexander Cendese has also done.  The fear, the trepidation, the joy, the anticipation, the drama, the romance, it's all spot on, never once do you wonder what emotions the men are feeling, sometimes that is down to the great storytelling of Davidson King but always it's their in the voices.

If this duology addition in the Haven Hart Universe wasn't already on my annual reread/relisten list, Head Rush would certainly cement it's position there.

RATING:





PROLOGUE 
Rush 
Living in Haven Hart wasn’t how I thought it would be. When Simon and I left Abernathy University and I said good-bye to a life I never wanted in favor of one filled with love, I’d hoped for peace…to fulfill my dreams…and maybe to not get shot at. 

But the love of my life is Simon Manos, nephew of mob boss Christopher Manos—and did I mention, he’s the heir to the mafia kingdom? Yeah, so, while being the man Simon loves has its perks, there are also downsides—like having a bullseye over my head for every person who wants to hurt the Manos family to aim at. 

I’ve lived in Haven Hart for a year now, and the day we got here Simon warned me there was a war brewing, which I knew already. See, there’s this other mob boss, Liam Brennan, and he pretty much tried to have Simon and me killed when we were at Abernathy. Revenge for that was put on the back burner in favor of dealing with a different enemy. One that threatened not only Liam Brennan and Christopher Manos, but also Simon, me, and Liam’s son, Fred. That bad guy? He was my dad. Was being the key word, but I try not to think too much about the was factor. It becomes depressing. 

Once dear old Dad was gone, the Manos family decided it was time to deal with Liam Brennan, and that wasn’t as easy as they thought it would be. 

I’d been going to my classes with about four bodyguards, all of them armed, and I couldn’t even stand outside by myself most days. I heard Christopher talking to his husband, Snow, one evening about how they’d hoped this sort of violence in Haven Hart was long gone. I guess there’d been a serious shit storm some years back. 

I tried to stay out of Simon’s business—not because he told me to, but because I genuinely wanted nothing to do with it. I wanted to sing and perform; that was my dream. But the more I turned a blind eye, the brighter the lights shining in my face were, and I was beginning to think I couldn’t ignore the dangers in favor of music. 

Any doubts that I could pretend my life was normal were thrown out the window one chilly night as I was walking out of Hart University, heading toward the car that would take me home. 

It happened as fast as all the books and movies tell you it does. One minute I was talking to one of my bodyguards, and the next, he was on the pavement, dead with a bullet through the head. 

I was thrown to the ground, someone was on top of me, and the sounds of shouts and gunshots filled the night. I closed my eyes and wished it would all disappear, knowing this was my reality, this was what I’d chosen. All because I fell in love.



Saturday's Series Spotlight
Haven Hart
Part 1  /  Part 2  /  Part 3

Joker's Sin

October 2022 Book of the Month

Westford
🎧Monday Mysterious Mayhem🎧




Davidson King
Davidson King, always had a hope that someday her daydreams would become real-life stories. As a child, you would often find her in her own world, thinking up the most insane situations. It may have taken her awhile, but she made her dream come true with her first published work, Snow Falling.

She managed to wrangle herself a husband who matched her crazy and they hatched three wonderful children.

If you were to ask her what gave her the courage to finally publish, she’d tell you it was her amazing family and friends. Support is vital in all things and when you’re afraid of your dreams, it will be your cheering section that will lift you up.


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Sunday, August 23, 2026

🎑🎭Week at a Glance🎭🎑: 8/17/26 - 8/23/26


















🎑Sunday's Short Stack🎑: Our First and Last by Becca Seymour




Summary:

True-Blue #7
When a cute nurse needs to be saved during his shift in the Pride kissing booth, he’s rescued by a man he least expects. Now he just needs to figure out how to achieve the future he wants, one that will lead to a happily ever after and a place he can call home.

Ian Haughton is a loveable, hardworking nurse. He’s ready for a change and wants to escape and start afresh in the small community of towns he’s grown to love—Kirkby being at the heart.

When the new annual Pride festival launches in this small-town community, Ian is happy to be involved but reluctant to be the lips needed to draw in the crowds at the kissing booth. That is until one man’s lips save him from an uncomfortable moment and end up turning his world on its head.

With miles separating Ian from the future he so desperately wants, he has no idea how he can make it all work out, especially when someone appears to be driving a wedge in his plans.

Some surprises are unexpected, while some revelations come with the sweetest of first—and last—kisses.

Our First and Last is a sweet and sexy M/M romance in Becca Seymour’s bestselling True-Blue series. It can be read as a stand-alone novella, but it’s recommended you read book four, Thinking It Over, first so you have a better understanding of the wonderful characters in this world.




Chapter One
Ian
It didn’t matterhow often he bent over, how regular or familiar the movement, tearing my gaze away proved impossible. He filled out the jeans to perfection. Every time I saw the man—regardless of how many weeks passed between my visits—I never seemed to get my fill.

The problem? I was setting myself up for a heart attack. The man was unattainable. Full stop. End of story.

Straight men didn’t tend to fall for their gay friends. Sure, I’d heard of more than one exception, but that didn’t seem likely in this instance. Even though the man setting up one of the street stores for the start of tomorrow’s Pride festival happily waved a rainbow flag in support of his brother and his friends—me included—Frankie Harrison was 100 percent straight.

Him being a dad and me hearing about a couple of his past conquests pretty much confirmed that. While he’d never come out and declared his sexuality, in all my years, I’d never known a straight person—male or female—to have a need to. It was one of those luxuries, I supposed, of being straight—never having to clarify they were into people of the opposite sex.

Not that I’d want my life any other way, though.

While I’d been a relatively late bloomer and hadn’t come out until I was in my third year at college, since that moment of liberation, I’d lived happily as an out and proud man. Perhaps the fact I was studying to be a nurse meant that my classmates weren’t overly surprised, which weirdly frustrated me that the stereotype about male nurses existed. It shouldn’t matter that I was absolutely gay and a nurse. I knew plenty of straight male nurses.

“You about done here?”

Jasper’s voice pulled me away from my buzzing brain, thinking about Frankie’s ass and straight nurses, with a jolt. I looked across at my friend and bobbed my head. “Will be in five. What’s next?”

“Frankie could do with a hand setting up the lucky dip store.”

Controlling the blush that threatened to steal across my face, I smiled. “Sure thing.”

“Stop slacking,” Frankie hollered, no doubt having heard his name.

I glanced in his direction. My smile immediately softened when we made eye contact. The man turned my insides to mush. It was incredible how, for the past two years, I’d managed to function around him.

That was the thing with Frankie, though. He was casual and kindness personified. From our first meeting all that time ago, I’d been at ease with him. More than once, I’d told him he could charm the pants off a snake. Not once did he deny it. The man had skills for sure.

The difficulty was, I desperately wanted him to practice those skills on me.

“You’d know all about that,” I sassed. “All the years of bumming around the world perfected your talent. How many stalls is that you’ve set up now, in what—” I looked at my nonexistent watch. “—two hours?”

“Hush now, but here, take this.” He shoved his hand in his pocket, only to remove it and flip me off.

I snorted a laugh. “That’s not one of the many pearls of wisdom you’ve shared with Tyler, right?” I quirked my brow at him, knowing full well he was a great dad.

Frankie chuckled while I grinned as I punched in the last staple. “As if. I swore once, once, and the kid said that one slip-up of a word to every single person he met for a whole two weeks. No chance of that happening again.”

I headed over to him, remembering all too well when Tyler gave me a hug about a year back, telling me he missed me like a motherfucker. Even now, I had no clue how I kept a straight face as I hugged him back, saying I’d missed him more.

“Where do you want me?” The words were out, and I clamped on the inside of my cheeks with my back teeth. Obviously, I would have seriously liked a range of answers from him, ones flirty but real. The Frankie I crushed so hard over rarely missed an opportunity for innuendo. The lack of “real” connected to such offers always hit hard.

“Anywhere that won’t give you grass stains.”

I shook my head, snorting despite the rush of heat unfurling in my stomach. “You didn’t strike me as a man worried about a bit of mess. There’s a lot to be said about stains.” Once again, I slammed my mouth shut. He did this to me every single time. I couldn’t not flirt with the man. It was dangerous and, I was sure, unhealthy considering my fixation on him. But hell if I didn’t enjoy it. Frankie 100 percent brought this flirty, fun side out of me.

The sensation was addictive. Just like he was.

Frankie laughed loudly, his eyes not straying from mine. Amusement danced in their depths. What I wouldn’t give for one day there to be something more looking from his pretty eyes. “Uh-oh. Fredrick’s coming over.” The wide eyes he shot my way had me snorting in amusement. “Best look like we’re busy.”

“We are super busy,” I insisted with a wink as I gathered the signage that needed to be put up. As I did so, I gave a quick head bob to Fredrick, who fortunately was called over by someone else. “Close call.”

“Tell me about it. You’re lucky you still don’t live here yet. The guy’s a tyrant.”

“He’s not that bad.”

Frankie’s brows shot high as he helped me with the sign by standing wonderfully close, his arm brushing my chest as he held the material in place so I could staple it. The area burned at the contact but in the best of ways. Not like a urine infection or anything. More like the gentle heat of a hot stone massage. “I don’t know what Ted was thinking,” I said after swallowing hard and keeping my shaky voice at bay.

“I don’t think he had much choice in who was on the Pride committee from the two other towns outside of Kirkby. But I wouldn’t worry too much about Ted. As if anyone is going to steamroll his baby.”

It was true. Ted, a local bar owner, had spearheaded the whole LGBTIA+ event. And being a part of it, even though one of my roles tomorrow made me a little nervous, was great. Me spending the whole weekend with my good friends at my side, Frankie being high on the list, was worth the cramp forming in my thumb from all the damn stapling.







Becca Seymour
Becca Seymour is the #1 gay romance best seller of the True-Blue series. Known for “steamy and endearing” and “emotionally profound love stories” (InD’tale Magazine) her books have been nominated for multiple RONE Awards.

Becca lives and breathes all things book related. Usually with at least three books being read and two WiPs being written at the same time, Becca’s life is merrily hectic. She tends to do nothing by halves so happily seeks the craziness and busyness life offers.

Living on her small property in Queensland with her human family as well as her animal family of cows, chooks, and dogs, Becca appreciates the beauty of the world around her and is a believer that love truly is love.


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Saturday, August 22, 2026

🎑Saturday's Series Spotlight🎑: Holiday Surprise(Fairs & Festivals Edition) by Lacey Daize




Pumpkin Patch Cutie #1
Summary:
Scott wants it all; an alpha and a family of his own. But for now he's content to be the cool uncle.

It's hard to be patient sometimes, but Scott knows that his perfect alpha is out there somewhere. In the meantime he's taking care of his niece, and decides to take her to the nearest pumpkin patch for a day of fall fun. But when she gets lost in the corn maze he panics.

Dom's ready for a new start, he just needs to get his business off the ground.

Dom just moved back to Valle Granja in order to start his own business as a large animal vet. Unfortunately there's not much for him to do while waiting for his license and other important paperwork to be processed. So in the meanwhile he's helping out his uncle on the family's pumpkin patch. But he doesn't expect to help a gorgeous omega in crisis mode.

Neither man expected to find the other that way, but when it's right, it's right.

Pumpkin Patch Cutie is a 14.5K word , non-shifter, M/M, Mpreg romance






Ice Palace Prince #2
Summary:
Sean's not looking forward to another year of playing the Ice Palace Prince.

When Sean came up with the idea for Valle Granja's Ice Palace and Winter Village market for the holidays, he never imagined that he'd be named the honorary prince of the event. Now, several years in, he can't seem to ditch the title. But at least there's one perk. He gets to admire one of the business partners for the event, a man he knew in hich school: Lowell. It's just too bad the handsome alpha is probably already taken.

Lowell's been attracted to Sean since high school, but never dared to say anything.

Between being a nerdy alpha during high school, and not wanting to face off against Sean's alpha girlfriend, Lowell's always admired the other man from afar. But as he interacts with the gorgeous omega he starts to wonder if everything he knew about the him was true.

But even if Sean's available and likes men, would he be interested in Lowell?

Ice Palace Prince is a 14K word , non-shifter, M/M, Mpreg romance






Costume Party Crush #7
Summary:
Kaleb's life is almost perfect, all he needs is to find his mate.

Kaleb loves his life. He has the greatest job in the world: painting decorative displays on windows. It lets him be outside and creative. His best friend is that ideal blend of supportive and teasing that keeps him happy. In fact, there's only one—well two—things missing: his alpha and their eventual family. But he knows his fated mate is out there, and he's going to live his best life so that his alpha finds a man who has made happiness for himself—including by attending a costume party to benefit the Valle Granja Art Museum.

Frankie's ready to settle down, but no omega wants to mate the class clown.

Frankie has watched his friends find their partners and start their families, but all his attempts at dating fall flat, and the loneliness is starting to get to him. However their efforts to include him more and keep him from feeling left out verge on the absurd when he's invited to be the third in a throuple costume at a Halloween party for the museum. But will it be the place where he can find himself a man to love?

More importantly, can they find each other in a crowd of costumes and masks?

Costume Party Crusg is an 17K word , non-shifter, M/M, mpreg, omegaverse romance


Pumpkin Patch Cutie #1
Original Review October 2024:
I get it, Mpreg is not for everyone, it's probably one of the "out therest" of "out there" but if we can't look outside the box in our own readings once in a while then what's the point of being a reader?  My experience in the genre is still limited to only a few authors but when I discovered Lacey Daize's books I definitely found a winner. The characters, the settings, and omegaverse world building is quite detailed and that's not something you often find in mostly novella-length stories.  I'll admit I chose this author first primarily because they often fit the holiday themes for my blog but I really loved them, so no matter what brought them to my shelf, they earned their spot in storytelling stay-ability.

As for Pumpkin Patch Cutie, well frankly the title says it all.  Omega Scott is ready for the whole family shebang but until he finds his alpha he is more than satisfied with his uncle role.  What better way to fill that role than taking his niece to the local pumpkin patch and maze.  There is a bit of location issues and his uncle mode kicks in trying to find her.  Not sure which is the real pumpkin patch cutie: Scott the panicked uncle, Madison the lost niece, or out-of-nowhere hero alpha Dom who himself is helping his own uncle by working the season at his patch?  All three could hold the title and they all help turn the cutest of cute meets into full on forever romance.

Pumpkin Patch Cutie is short, sweet, and all kinds of yummy.  Is it too short? Perhaps, I certainly hated to say goodbye to Scott & Dom but some times short is perfect, especially when it involves some heartwarming holiday yummilicous vibes.  I won't say more just know that if you have been enjoying Lacey Daize's Holiday Surprise series then this will strengthen that love and if you're new to the series be ready to blown over by a marvelous blend of sweet, sassy, and sexy in the entry that jumpstarted the series.



Ice Palace Prince #2
Original Review December 2024:
Again, another book read out of order but in this series, Holiday Surprise, each book is a standalone with a different couple at the forefront.  Some friendships carryover but it's not a necessity to know their journeys before reading a new book.

Ice Palace Prince is another lovely, entertaining, and fun read that is perfect for holiday fare.  Second chance romance just screams Xmassy to me, or perhaps in this case "youthful miscommunications" mixed with "bossy perceived high school girlfriend" is more accurate than "second chance" as Sean and Lowell never really had a first chance waybackwhen.

Again, Lacey Daize nails everything in this entertaining holiday gem.



Costume Party Crush #7
Original Review October 2024:
Another series I've been reading as the coinciding holidays approach and I'll admit some characters make appearances from previous entries as friends and co-workers which helps to set the scene of a found family kind of community.  Having said that and having not read all the entries in order myself I can honestly add these are standalones.  

I don't want to spoil anything so this will short and to the point.  Costume Party Crush is so fun, so uplifting, so real that it's almost hard not to believe in the reality of mpreg.  Kaleb and Frankie are so perfect together, talk about timing being on their side.  Such a sweet, romantic, fun, friendly, and humorous tale that really grabs your heart, you can't help but cheer for these two.  A winning gem that you wished could be longer and yet you know sometimes length can interfere with the greatness making the novella the perfect format.  That's not to say I wouldn't mind seeing Kaleb and Frankie make appearances in other stories or get a Xmassy short to let the fun shine againπŸ˜‰. 

RATING:





Pumpkin Patch Cutie #1
Chapter 1 - Scott
“Come on!” squealed my niece, Madison. “Hurry up!”

“The pumpkin patch isn’t going anywhere Maddie,” I laughed. “No need to rush.”

“But it’s right there!” she protested, rushing back and grabbing my hand. She tried to tug me faster, little puffs of dust flying up behind her feet in the dirt parking lot while the sunlight glinted off her golden hair.

“It’s not a race,” I replied. “We’re going to go through the corn maze. Then we’re gonna get some photos, play games, and pick out your pumpkin.”

She let go, moved in front of me, put her little fists on her hips, and gave me a sassy glare. “I know that! Papa and dad brought me last year!”

“So you’ve done it before,” I teased. “I guess we don’t need to do everything today. Let’s just go grab a pumpkin and leave.”

“Scott!”

“That’s uncle Scott to you, young lady.”

She stuck her tongue out and grabbed my hand again. “Come on!”

I grinned as she pulled me towards the line of people waiting to pay. She already had a huge personality, and she was only seven. I couldn’t wait to see what kind of woman she grew into.

She was also going to make an excellent big sister, but she didn’t know that yet. I had her for the weekend so that my brother Tyler and his omega Lee could try for another while Lee was in heat.

Part of me was jealous. Tyler was two years younger than me, had found his fated mate in college, and already had his family started. Meanwhile I was knocking at thirty’s door, never had a relationship last longer than six months, and hadn’t been on a date at all in almost a year.

I shook my head, trying to clear the errant thoughts. I wanted it all: a family, and an alpha. It was just taking me a bit more time to find it was all. I had to trust that the wait would be worth it.

Madison bounced on the balls of her feet as we stood in line to pay.

“Do you want a princess makeover?” I asked, glancing at the add-ons.

She shook her head. “No. I’m not a princess.” Then she gave me a fierce look. “I’m a dragon-slayer!”

I laughed. “Fair enough. We’ll get you the dragon slayer package.”

“Yay!” she declared, dancing a bit in place.

A few minutes later we reached the front of the line, and I was face-to-face with an absolutely delicious-looking alpha. He had the rugged charm of a farmer—complete with cowboy hat—and an easy smile that made my insides squishy and my omega bits threaten to start slicking me up.

Somehow it was a reminder of just how long it had been since I’d last been with a man, and… oh… if ever I needed a knot, it was then. I wanted to grab handfuls of his brown hair and gaze into his blue eyes as he plowed into me.

His smile widened, and I realized that I’d been daydreaming about him fucking me senseless instead of paying attention.

“Say again?” I asked.

He chuckled. “How many?”

I forced an awkward smile. “Oh. One adult, one child. We’ll also add a dragon-slayer package and a five-pose photo shoot.” I paused. “Do I pay for pumpkins here?”

He gave me a lopsided grin. “You’ll pay for pumpkins over where you pick them out so they can weigh them.”

“Oh, ok.”

“So I’ve got one adult, one child, dragon-slayer and five photo poses. Right?”

I nodded, trying to control my reaction as I felt a bit of slick escape. I just had to hope that my cock stayed soft. It wouldn’t look good for me to be wandering a corn maze filled with kids while sporting a stiffy.

“That’ll be sixty dollars.”

I pulled out my wallet and handed over the money.

The alpha turned to Madison. “Hold out your hand so I can put your wristband on swetheart.”

“Ok!” she replied, placing her hand on the table.

He deftly put the band on her, then wrapped one around my wrist as well. “A few attractions might have additional fees, but you’ll pay for those there.” He then pointed. “Head to that booth and they’ll get her dragon-slayer gear on, plus give her the mission.”

“Thank you,” I mumbled, tongue-tied around the handsome alpha.

He gave me another easy grin. “Ya’ll have fun.”

“Yay!” Madison declared, rushing off.

I laughed, nodded and followed her to the booth. There she was given a foam sword and had a burlap costume draped over her clothes. Then a very solemn actor told her that a blue dragon had stolen all the kingdom’s gold and taken refuge in the maze. She was to follow the tracks, find the dragon, and bring back one of the lumps of gold to help restore the kingdom.

Madison put on a serious expression and vowed to bring back some gold, then gleefully ran to the maze entrance.

“Come on!” she called, hopping from one foot to the other as she waited for me.

I shared a glance with the booth attendant, who was trying not to laugh, then headed after her.

“Now stay close Maddie,” I said as she ducked through the entrance. “The corn is tall and I don’t want you to get lost.”

“I thought we were supposed to get lost, because it’s a maze,” she replied, looking around for dragon tracks.

“We’re supposed to get lost together.”

“Oh.”

We reached the first intersection, and debated on which way to go, until I saw a splash of blue at the top of some stalks.

“Aren’t the dragon tracks supposed to be blue?” I asked, pointing to the paint.

“Thanks uncle Scott!” she squealed, sprinting towards the painted corn.

I followed as she reached the end of the aisle and waited for me. “Keep close Maddie,” I reminded her. “If you keep rushing off I’ll make you hold my hand.”

She pouted. “But you’re slow.”

I laughed. “We have plenty of time.”

She huffed and crossed her arms until I reached her.

“Did you find any other dragon tracks?” I asked.

“That way,” she replied, pointing to a blue footprint.

“Let’s go find that dragon then,” I said, smiling as she stayed beside me.

We made our way through the maze, following the clues until we found the prop ‘dragon’ sleeping near a hoard of gold spray-painted rocks.

“Grab your piece of gold Maddie,” I said. “Then we’ll find the way out so you can claim your prize for completing your mission.”

She crept up on the dragon and grabbed a piece of gold, then bolted back to my side. She beamed up at me and showed off her prize.

“Good job!” I praised. “Very brave.”

She did a little dance, then sprinted off in the direction of the aisle opposite the one that had led us there.

“What did I say about running ahead?” I asked.

“But we’re almost done!” she protested.

“We’re not out of the maze yet though.”

“I’m gonna find the way out!” she declared, then ran down the next aisle out of sight.

“Madison Evers,” I scolded. “Get back here.”

“Come on!” she shouted back.

I sighed and made my way to the intersection, but when I looked in the direction she’d run she was nowhere to be seen.

“Madison!”

“Over here Scott.”

I jogged in the direction of her voice. “Stay where you are Maddie, and keep talking to me.”

A giggle and the sound of running feet.

“You can consider this afternoon’s ice cream date cancelled if you take one more step,” I announced.

The sound of running stopped.

“Where are you?”

“I’m here Scott.”

I followed the sound of her voice, but soon found myself at a dead end. I backtracked, but with each turn her voice seemed farther away, until I couldn’t hear her at all.

“Madison?” I yelled.

Children and adults laughed all around, but Madison’s voice wasn’t among them.

“Madison!”





Ice Palace Prince #2
Chapter 1 - Sean
~July~
“Knock-knock!” sing-songed a cheery voice.

I looked up from my computer to see my supervisor, Elaine, standing in my office door, a huge grin on her face.

I sat back in my chair. “Either the wicked witch was fired, or you’re here to tell me that I’ve got more work.”

She laughed, strode over and dropped into the guest chair on the opposite side of my desk. “The second.”

“Damn,” I sighed. “A man can hope.”

She shook her head—salt-and-pepper curls bouncing—with a chuckle. “I don’t know if any of us will live long enough to see her fired or forced into retirement. She’s been here longer than anybody else and seems to think her sole purpose is to make everybody miserable.”

I blew out a long breath. “Benefits of a government job, can’t be fired without cause.”

Elaine nodded. “And as HR manager, she knows exactly where the line is that keeps her on the safe side.”

“I’m just glad I only have to interact with her a couple times a year.”

“You and me both. Now… onto the reason I’m here.”

“Wait!” I said, holding up a hand. I glanced at the calendar. “Lemme guess…”

I scrubbed a hand down my face when I put two-and-two together. There was only one option: it was time to start the promos for the Valle Granja Ice Palace and Winter Village.

It also meant that she likely had other reasons for being there too. “No…”

Elaine laughed again. “Yep. It’s time.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Please tell me I’m just one of the coordinators this year.”

Please don’t ask me to play the prince. Please don’t ask me to play the prince.

“And why would we take away your key role?” she joked.

“Maybe because it’s time for somebody else to do it?”

“Oh no, this event was your idea, and everybody loves it. I think it’s only fair that you get to play the part of the prince for another few years.” She paused. “Besides, it’s not as if you’re not used to being in the public eye, not with all those debate and cheer competitions your teams won when you were in high school and college.”

“It really should go to somebody younger. I’m almost thirty!”

“So what?” she asked with a shrug. “You’re still single. Maybe this will land you a good alpha.”

“How would playing the prince get me an alpha? There’s no time to flirt when I’m that busy! Besides, there’s nothing special about me.”

“Oh hun, there’s always time to flirt. And you’re far more desirable than you give yourself credit for.”

I decided to ignore her second point. “You try flirting with anybody during the opening ceremonies. I can barely get in a few sentences before I’m pulled away to talk to somebody else.”

“Long enough! Give them a nice smile, bat your eyelashes a few times, and you’ll get the alphas falling all over you. That’s a promise.”

“You do know that most bosses would discourage flirting while on the job.”

“When have I ever been like most bosses?”

I groaned. “Point.”

She leaned forward. “Anyway, we’ve got to schedule a photo shoot for you so that the graphics department has time to get everything together. It’ll be time to start getting vendors soon, then the posters need to be out by the beginning of October.”

“You’re really going to make me do this?”

“What would the Ice Palace be without its prince?”

“Then get a new prince! Tie it to one of those scholarships we just got the funding for.”

She laughed and stood. “Too late! You’re it.”

I sighed and she headed towards the door.

I thought I was free when she poked her head back in. “Oh, by the way…”

“What now?”

“Jefferson Construction has offered to donate their time to building again this year.”

I swallowed. Hard. That meant…

She laughed. “I knew it!”

“Get out!” I yelled, throwing a pen at the door for emphasis.

She kept chuckling as she headed down the hall.

Of course Elaine noticed my crush. She wouldn’t say anything to anybody else, but she loved making people face their own truths, and mine was that I was majorly attracted to Lowell Jefferson.

Just thinking about his green eyes, dark hair, scruffy beard, and broad shoulders made my cock perk up. Unfortunately, I’d missed my chance when I didn’t chase him when he was the nerdy alpha in high school. There was no way a man that fine was still available. 





Costume Party Crush #7
Chapter 1 - Kaleb
A curlicue of bright green appeared on the glass, and I finished off the pumpkin stem with a flourish.

I took a step back to examine my work, trying to decide the best place to paint a leaf. Just past the loop appeared to be the most logical location, and I moved in again to add it. Satisfied with my pumpkin’s shape, I switched to a black paint to create the face of the Jack-o-lantern.

I hummed along to my music and swayed slightly as I worked. Fall was the best time of year. For a couple glorious months I could let my creativity really shine, and not just paint ‘Grand Opening’ or ‘Sale!’ as colorful as the business would let me. No, I got to paint pumpkins, skeletons, Santas and snowflakes.

Businesses who rarely called lined up to have decorative displays painted on their windows, and I loved it. I could drive past strip-malls and my work would be right there for the world to see. Shoppers would stroll past in the Valle Granja mall, and I could never hide my grin when somebody stopped to admire my creations.

I grabbed my bat-shaped sponge and dabbed it in the black paint, then used it to place several bats flying above my scene. Once there was a nice balance I set my tools aside and took several steps back so that I could look at the big picture.

I grinned as I admired my work. The secretary inside had asked for a pumpkin under a spooky tree, with ‘Happy Halloween!’ in bold letters, and I thought my painting fit the bill. I decided to add a spider dangling from the tree, but it was the finishing touch.

Satisfied, I started putting away my paints and tools.

“Oh my God, it’s perfect!” squealed the secretary as she stepped outside.

I turned and grinned. “Thank you!”

She held out a check. “This was the price, right?”

I looked, nodded, and accepted the payment. “That’s correct.”

She clapped her hands together and looked at the painting again. “Do you have a card so we can have you do our Christmas windows too?”

“Absolutely! Let me grab one.”

I rummaged through my case until I found the card with the fewest paint smudges on it, then passed it over.

She took another minute to praise the windows as I took some photos for my portfolio, then she thanked me and disappeared back inside.

I looked down the strip mall, trying to decide if I had enough time for another storefront, or if the better plan was to stop in and attempt to schedule a couple places for the next day. Eventually I ended up doing a single pane for an insurance agent, and managed to set up two small stores for the morning.

I was just packing my gear into my trunk when my phone rang.

“Kaleb,” I answered, not bothering to check the caller ID.

“Mr. Anderson?” a pleasant male voice asked.

“Yes?”

“This is Sean Jefferson from the City of Valle Granja.”

A stone started to form in the pit of my stomach. Had I missed some sort of license renewal? Why would the city be calling?

“How can I help you?” I asked, forcing a polite tone.

Sean cleared his throat. “You do window painting, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Great!” he chirped. “I saw some of your work last week, and I got the ok to ask if you’d be willing to do a mural for City Hall.”

I blinked and found myself unable to breathe. Being able to paint the city hall windows would be a major gig, even if it was only a single pane.

“I… um… when would you like to meet to discuss?” I asked.

“I’m around until five today,” he answered. “Or I can make time over the next few days, except Friday morning.”

“I can come by right now, if that works.”

“That would be fantastic. Just ask for me at reception.”

“Sean… Jefferson, right?”

“That’s right.”

“I’ll be right over.”

“Great. I look forward to meeting you.”

I got into my car, then did a happy dance. A piece that was done for the city would be an excellent addition to my portfolio, plus it was an extra level of exposure.

I did fine with my regular customers, plus picking up randoms by walking malls and shopping centers during holidays. But if I could gain more repeat customers due to them seeing my work at City Hall? That would be fantastic.

I gave myself another minute to get the giddiness out of my system. It wasn’t a done deal yet, but to be called at all was a major boost to my ego. Then I started the car and headed that way.

Fifteen minutes later I’d parked in the underground lot and ran a hand across my buzz-cut brown hair to ensure that there were no paint flecks caught in it. Finally an elevator let me out in the lobby of the city offices.

The receptionist looked up and smiled as I approached. “Good afternoon. How can I help you?”

“I’m here to see Sean Jefferson. Kaleb Anderson, I think he’s expecting me.”

She nodded. “I’ll call him down.”

“Thank you.”

I stepped to one side to wait, watching as people came and went.

“Mr. Anderson?”

I turned and blinked slightly at the man extending his hand. I’d expected to see an alpha wearing the uniform of the building maintenance department, but instead he was an omega in a cozy-looking sweater. “That’s me,” I replied when I got over my shock.

“Nice to meet you,” he said as we shook hands. “And thanks for coming down on such short notice.”

“No problem,” I replied, then decided to get right to the point. “So you wanted me to paint some windows?”

He grinned and clapped his hands together. “Yes! I’ve always thought we should do something better than taped-up cardboard cutouts in the windows facing Civic Plaza. It took some doing, and it’s coming out of my discretionary budget, but I finally got building maintenance to agree to it.”

“You’re not in building maintenance?” I asked.

He laughed and shook his head. “No. I’m in the events department.”

Events, which meant that not only was he impressed enough to reach out, but he’d had to go through extra effort to get me there. I almost pinched myself to determine if I was dreaming or not.

“Wanna see the windows?” Sean asked.

I nodded, and he motioned for me to follow. We walked past a set of windows that opened onto First Street, and I wondered why. Then he paused and opened another door for me.

I did pinch myself when I realized that he really meant it when he’d said Civic Plaza.

The windows were large, letting abundant light into the lobby. But more importantly was that they were probably the biggest available stage for my work. It wasn’t just shoppers passing by, or cars. No, anything I put on those windows would be the backdrop for any Halloween events on the plaza—of which there were plenty.

My art, behind the concerts, pumpkin run, children’s costume showcase, and more.

It was the kind of break every artist hoped for, and I found myself hyperventilating slightly from the realization that it was happening to me.

“You ok?”

It took me a moment before I grasped that Sean was talking to me. I nodded. “Yeah, just shocked.”

He chuckled. “I guess I should have warned you over the phone.”

I shook my head. “No, I might not have believed you if you did.”

His chuckles turned to full laughter. “Fair enough.”

“So what were you looking for?” I asked, trying to put my shock aside in order to be a proper businessman.

Sean smiled. “That’s kind of up to you. I want to see what you can do. We’ve got some scaffolding or ladders if you need them, or you can do shorter so that it’s all work you can do from the ground. We’d like at least half the windows done, centered from the doors out. Only real requirement is that the words ‘Happy Halloween’ are prominent.”

I took a deep breath and looked at the windows, my imagination already running wild. What could I paint on such a canvas?

“Is this something you think you can do?” Sean asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Great! When do you think you can get started?”

I briefly considered my already scheduled clients. “Next week? Should I send some sketches to you first?”

“That’s perfect. And I’d like that if possible, but only if you think there’s enough time for that. I’ve seen your work, and since this project isn’t being bid on, I think as long as it’s family-friendly it’ll be ok.”

“When do you need it done?”

“As soon as possible. Ideally I’d have had you on it several weeks ago, but this all came together last-minute.”

“Got it.”

“Great! Let’s go inside and discuss your rate.”

I pinched myself again for good measure as I followed Sean back inside and up to his office.

This was really happening, and I couldn’t be more excited.




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Lacey Daize
Lacey lives in New Mexico with her four critters. She’s a Jill-of-all-trades by day, but loves writing in her spare time. She dabbles in a variety of pairings, but jumped feet-first into the deep end of omegaverse the first time she read it. She loves the play on social expectations and the different ways to express romance.


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