Spooky Ginger Love

by Kendall Morgan

Spooky Ginger Love - Kendall Morgan - Bearland Tales
Editions:ePub: $ 2.99 USD
Pages: 43

One haunted weekend and some love can set a man free.
Keith Norwood, a handsome African American gay bear, came to Camp You-Mee's Bears Haunted Halloween Boo-Nanza Extravaganza for some cheesy holiday thrills and a little ass. A fan of the one-night stand, he thought all he wanted was to get laid. The camp’s cute assistant manager with a fantastic butt was Keith’s first choice.
Instead, he loses his way in the woods. He finds his way and himself with the help of Ronnie Gans, a big, friendly, hairy redhead.
He’s unlike any one-night stand Keith has ever had, and his love will lead to so much more.

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Publisher: Tulabella Ruby Press
Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 3 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Coming Out / Closeted, Interracial Relationship, Love Can Heal / Redemption
Word Count: 14000
Setting: Camp You-Mee
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters

As Keith moved farther from the fire ring, he became less sure that he was going in the right direction. The voices of his friends and other campers had become more muted. He stopped and looked around, realizing he had gone farther into the woods than he’d intended. He berated himself for forgetting the map. This was his first time at the campgrounds. What was he thinking? It was so dark.


He looked up, straining to peer between the tree branches overhead. Not all the leaves had fallen yet, so he could see the sky somewhat. No help there on this moonless night. The little flashlight wasn’t much help either. The city boy in him urged him to go back to the fire ring. He turned back and started to walk in the direction he thought he’d come from. It didn’t look right, but he walked farther, hoping he’d see something familiar or at least a faint glow of the fire. He heard his friends’ voices, but he didn’t seem to be getting any closer to them. Then he tripped over a fallen tree limb, ending up in an undignified sprawl on the ground. The flashlight went flying.

“Shit!” Keith tried to get up, but his foot was tangled in some felled branches.

“Easy there.” It was a deep voice, slightly raspy, coming out of the dark but comforting nonetheless.

Keith saw a man crouch down by his legs. He started to move the branches away from Keith’s feet. The darkness prevented Keith from getting a good look at the man.

“We had a hard rain and wind here the other night. Brought down a lot of branches and limbs. There. That should do it,” the man said. He reached over to take Keith by the hand.

Keith grasped the man’s big, muscular hand. The man pulled him up.

“Thanks,” Keith said brushing leaves off his jeans. He finally got a look at the man’s face in the dim light. They were around the same height, just over six feet tall. The man who helped him up wore a tan jacket, green corduroy shirt, jeans and work boots. On anyone else, the clothes would look ordinary, but the outfit suited the man down to the ground. The man was fair-haired, perhaps strawberry blond, with a neat beard and mustache. His hair was thick and fell below his ears. When he smiled, Keith thought he could see a prominent dimple on the man’s right cheek, giving him a cherubic appearance. Keith couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Who do I have the pleasure of calling my rescuer?” Keith asked.

The man chuckled. “My name’s Ronnie.”

“I’m Keith.”

They shook hands. Then there was quiet. There were the faraway drunken sounds from the campfire circle. There were the mysterious sounds of nature until Ronnie spoke and let go of Keith’s hand.

“You woulda been fine if I hadn’t come along, but I’m glad I did come along,” said Ronnie.

“Me too,” said Keith. He licked his lips.

For the first time in his life, Keith couldn’t think of anything smooth to say. He figured he was ten years old and running for student council rep for the fifth grade the last time he’d been tongue-tied. He swore to himself that something like that wouldn’t happen again, and it hadn’t, until now. Fortunately, Ronnie filled in the silence between them.

Reviews:on Bitter Empire:

"Too good to mock."

Robin L on Goodreads wrote:

"I had this book for a long time and just let it sit in my kindle library because I thought it would just be porn with plot, or just porn really. But there was a touch more to it than that and I honestly got choked up at the end. I thoroughly enjoyed this and wish I had read it sooner."

About the Author

I started writing gay male erotic romance stories in the early '90s, but only gay male porn magazines would publish them. I'm so glad things have gotten more respectable and the readership more broad. I am a lesbian in an interracial same-sex marriage, and I love writing interracial romance stories. I love flipping stereotypes and challenging myself to write characters that are ever further from who I am. I hope you enjoy my stories. I certainly love writing them.

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