Release Day! | Banger Challenge

balloons Release day! Banger Challenge is the fourth story in the Up North series, but like all the previous ones it’s completely standalone.

Zeppelin Cave lost his father a little while ago, and he has been on the road ever since. He’s in a junk car charity race to raise money to cancer research, and once he’s crossed the finishing line, he’ll sort his life out.

He has no idea how. His dad has always been there. Every day, they worked together in the garage, but now Zen has to find his own way in life.

Fred is a traffic officer, an extremely shy traffic officer, and he is not prepared for Zen driving into his life and dragging him off to faraway cities. Adventures has never been on his bucket list, but Zen has a way of making Fred want to take part in the adventure that is Zeppelin Cave.

This is a sunny road trip story with two men stuck in an old car without airconditioning during a heatwave, and one of them is seriously addicted to coffee.

He popped the hood and looked at the engine. Smoke was still rising in clouds. He might be on a good schedule, but he didn’t have time for engine boil-overs.

He walked a few steps down the road, turned around, and walked back again. He repeated the action fifteen times before he figured the engine had cooled enough not to blow up in his face when he opened the radiator cap.

As he grabbed the rag, a car turned off the freeway and headed right for him. A quick look around confirmed there was no way for the car to get past. His only concern had been to get off the freeway. He hadn’t thought anyone else would drive in on a small gravel road like this one.

The car, a fairly new Honda Accord, came to a stop right in front of him. The white enamel paint was shining, not a scratch in sight. They were good cars, some trouble with the transmission in the earlier models, but this was newer and it looked well taken care of.

You could tell a lot about a person by having a look at his or her car.

The door opened, and out stepped the police officer from Nortown; the younger one. This had turned out to be one shitty day. “Johnny Law.” Zen saluted him.

He was still dressed in uniform, but judging by the car, he was probably off duty. The man straightened his back and looked at Zen’s hands. “You’re blocking the way.”

“Ah, yeah, sorry about that. Had some car problems and had to get off the freeway. I didn’t think anyone used this road.”

The man nodded. “Are you okay?”

Zen didn’t mean to stare, but was he okay? No one had asked if he was okay in a long time. “Erm… sure, just…” He gestured at the car. “…need to get some coolant. Really fucking stupid of me not to check. I mean, it’s a junk car. I ought to have a backup for everything.” Zen rubbed his neck and righted the cap he’d put on when he’d gotten out of the car.

The cop didn’t speak.

“I think it’s cooled enough so I can touch it, and I can fill it up with some water until I get to a gas station.”

The man still didn’t say anything.

“So… you’re working here too? Not just…” He gestured at the highway. “…in the café.”

A light blush spread on the cop’s cheeks, and he focused on his shoes before he pulled in a deep breath and looked Zen straight in the eye.

He was a little shorter than Zen, but not by much. His dark hair was short, but a little longer at the top of his head, and the stubble suited him. Zen suspected he’d look young without it; he looked young now too, but not too young. He had to be thirty, at least, and he had beautiful blue eyes with long dark lashes. Zen so didn’t need to notice that in a cop.

“No, I live here.”

“I’m blocking your driveway?” The man nodded. “Fuck, I’m sorry, man.” Friday night. Zen understood wanting to get home on a Friday night after a long week at work—if you had a home.

He needed to find someplace to live.

“It’s okay.” The man’s voice grew into a mumble and his gaze once again skidded away. “I have nothing to do anyway.”

“Yeah? Off your shift?”

The question was answered with a nod.

Zen had never exchanged this many phrases with a cop without being accused of something. Considering how few words the man had spoken, exchanged might not be an accurate way to describe what they had going on here. He stepped closer and offered his hand. “I’m Zen.”

“Fred Munson.”

Oh, they were doing a formal introduction? “Zeppelin Cave.”

Fred’s blue eyes widened. “Your name is Zeppelin?” The blush that followed was adorable and Zen grinned.

“Papa was a fan.” Zen’s chest filled with warmth as memories surfaced; tunes of Led Zeppelin mixing with the sounds of tools being dropped on the concrete floor at the garage; the scent of motor oil clinging to his dad like cologne.

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bangerchallengeFred Munson likes his job as a traffic cop. He’s good at it. It’s his personal life that could use some improvement. With no friends, and being too shy to talk to anyone while out of uniform, when Fred is forced to use some of his vacation time, he has nothing to fill his days. At least not until he comes home to find his driveway blocked by a stranger with car troubles.

A month after losing his father, Zen Zeppelin Cave has also lost his place in the world. The only thing holding him together is focusing on a charity junk car race to raise money for cancer research. And he’s crossing that finish line even if he ends up replacing every part of the car along the way.

Zen had planned on completing the race on his own, but a spur-of-the-moment decision changes that when he invites the adorable, blushing police officer whose driveway he’s blocking to tag along. Going with a stranger on a road trip is completely out of Fred’s comfort zone, so when he accepts the invitation, no one is more surprised than himself.

Together, Zen and Fred head south. But will the old junk car hold together long enough to reach their destination? And will crossing the finish line mean the end of the road for a budding romance, or will they find there’s more to their journey?

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My titles are:

Up-NorthBanger Challenge

Black Bird

Crazy Joe

Cup o’ Sugar

Elevator Pitch

Jaeger’s Lost and Found

Nine Stones

Pine Tree Mary

Legendary Loves vol 1 (including Pine Tree Mary)

Turing Wood

When Skies Are Gray

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Release Day! | When Skies Are Gray

gold and black balloonsRelease day!

This story is very dear to me. I’ve always planned to write a military story but never really dared to. I always figured it would need to be long so I could capture all I needed to say, but When Skies Are Gray isn’t long, it’s 16k.

And I don’t say all I need to say about having a military man, but perhaps I’ll never be able to…or maybe I’ll have to write another one.

I met my husband back in 2002 at the university. We became instant friends. I wasn’t in the best place in my life back then, but he always made me laugh, and when I didn’t have the energy for all our classmates and the life of a student, he was quiet with me.

So, since I knew this awesome guy, I tried setting him up with my sister. I figured he’d be a great addition to the family, and my sister deserved an awesome guy.

Yeah, I’m a bit slow…

My wake up call was when he told me he was dropping out, he’d signed up to go to Monrovia, Liberia as a UN soldier. He’d already been to Kosovo a couple of years earlier, and to him, it wasn’t that big of a deal. It was only for ten months.

My world shattered.

Without him, I was lost. The thought of him leaving me had never occurred to me. How could he? We belonged together.

And we did, still do.

He went. For ten or so months, he was away. I wrote him a letter every day – every day. He still has them.

I worried a lot – a lot.

He’s still in the army, but instead of leaving for months, he leaves for about a week at a time. And I don’t have to wait for days for him to call me, he calls every day. And I don’t write him letters anymore – perhaps I should start doing that again.

I’m married to a military guy, so why haven’t I written one single military guy during the years I’ve been writing? No country has the same rules, contracts, agreements etc as we have in Sweden, and it’s so easy to get something wrong. My husband was away for ten months. In the US, the soldiers’ contracts span over years, and other countries have other lengths. So it’s mostly fear of messing up that has kept me from writing anything army related, but now I have, and it’s all thanks to Sheryl.

When the pandemic hit earlier this year, I – like so many others – found myself in a state where it was really hard to focus. I couldn’t write, I couldn’t read, I didn’t know what to do about anything, no one did. So to get me out of my slump, I asked the members in my Facebook Group to make wishes, and I’d randomly pick something and write a story about it.

Sheryl wanted an age gap story and ‘You Are My Sunshine’ like the song. Well, it might not be anything at all what she had in mind, but we have age gap and someone to think about when the skies are gray.

Do you know the beginning of You Are My Sunshine?

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried

The beginning of When Skies Are Gray goes like this:

Madoc Griffiths turned over on the bed and reached for the warmth that had been there mere seconds ago. When his hand slid over the cold sheet, he sighed.

He’d done it again.

An ache spread in his chest and a lump formed in his throat. He didn’t want to open his eyes, didn’t want to see the empty side of the bed, the bare white walls, or the sad clothe hooks where only his clothes hung.

If he concentrated, he could remember the dream, remember the smooth skin under his palm as he ran his hand up Levi’s arm, remember his scent. He could see the tousled dark hair as he turned over to look at Madoc, see the heat in his dark brown eyes.

With a shuddering breath, he threw off the cover and sat on the bedside. When would this stop? Fifteen months, it had been fifteen months since he shredded his every hope of happiness. The lump in this throat grew bigger, his eyes burned, and despite telling himself he’d done the right thing, the only possible thing, the gnawing longing wouldn’t go away.

It had been the right thing to do.

Reaching for his phone, he checked the time. Five minutes until the alarm would go off. At least, he’d slept through the night.

His joints cracked as he stood, and he stretched to get the kinks out of his neck. The house was silent. Empty. Everything was silent and empty since Levi had left — since he’d made Levi leave.

Walking into the kitchen, he switched on the coffee maker before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. He hadn’t more than wrapped a towel around his hips after getting out when the doorbell rang. For a second, his heart sped up, but soon his brain caught up with him and reminded him Levi wasn’t in the country anymore, hadn’t been in the country for close to six months now.

With a sigh, he went to the hallway.

“Happy birthday!” Lisa pushed him out of the way so she could get in. The familiar scent of her perfume tickled his nose as she squeezed herself past him. A bunch of yellow roses and two purple balloons on a string in her hand.

“Lis, what are you doing here?” Madoc glanced at the clock. He didn’t have time for this.

“I only wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Go put something on. I have bagels in my bag so we can grab a quick breakfast before work.” She walked into the kitchen without giving him a second glance, put the roses on the counter, and reached for cups and plates in the cupboard.

Madoc sighed and went into the bedroom to get dressed.

“Have you heard from him?” Lisa appeared in the doorway right as he did the last button on his shirt. Reaching for a tie, he shook his head.

“No. We said no contact.” We. He’d made Levi promise he wouldn’t contact him.

“But it’s your birthday.”

Madoc shook his head, not trusting his voice to remain steady if he spoke.

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when skies are gray

Levi Campbell made one huge, stupid mistake.

When his older boyfriend fears he’s holding Levi back from fulfilling his youthful dreams, he encourages him to break free and seek adventure. Levi, hurt and confused, does just that… But in an immature act of rebellion, he enlists in the army. The army!

Levi never wanted to be a soldier, and he never, ever wanted to go to faraway places, but he is now committed to serving his country for two whole years.

Madoc Griffiths did the right thing when he let Levi go, he knows he did, but if it was the right thing, then why can’t he move on? Every night he dreams about Levi; every day he misses him. But Levi is young, and Madoc will not stand in the way of Levi following his dreams.

But being a soldier isn’t Levi’s dream.

There is nothing Levi wants more than to do his time, and return home to Northfield and fight for his man. Madoc was sure he’d be able to move on, but once he hears Levi will be home on a two-week leave, he can think of nothing except seeing him again. But can he stand to be with him for two weeks and then let him leave to fight a war?