Perfect Ride is my next MM release – out March 18th from Decadent Publishing. Here’s the scoop:
Professional bull rider Garrett Anderson lives for the next town, the next trophy and his next ride. When he rolls into Sheridan, Wyoming, the last thing he expected was to meet a cowboy like Cole—a man who corrals his heart and leaves him aching for the kind of love he’s been missing.
A bull tender on the PBR circuit Cole Richards secretly longs for a lover but wasn’t prepared for Garrett’s passion or the longing their one brief tryst kindles. After he is shot and recovering in his hospital bed, Cole can only watch Garrett’s disastrous ride afraid it could be his last. Heartbroken when the battered and bruised bull rider leaves town, Cole knows better than to hope to see him again.
Attacked again and knee-deep in trouble, Cole wants only Garrett at his side. But can his bull rider trade fame and fortune for a lifetime with his one perfect ride?
Garrett finally pushed his plate away and chugged the last of his beer. “So, give me the insider’s secrets. Is Spitfire currently favoring a side?”
He had to laugh. How many times had he been asked? Plenty. And there was no good way to answer. “Nope, he still doesn’t. It’s fifty-fifty which way he’ll spin coming out of the gate just like always.”
Garrett gave a sly smile. “Maybe I can help him make up his mind.”
He set down his empty water bottle. “He hasn’t quite acquiesced yet to being ridden. Tell you the truth, I wouldn’t want to be the one in the ring with him.”
Garrett eased his big frame out from behind the stationary table. “Well, I’m game. I’ve been sittin’ on too many tame ones lately. Could use a little excitement.” His sizzling look said he wasn’t talking about bulls. “You gotta head back to work?” He stretched, flexing his chest as he raised his arms and clasped his hands over head.
Cole visually traced the outline of every curved, solid muscle as it moved under his shirt, wondering how they’d feel if he rubbed against them. He hoped he’d find out before this rodeo ended. He shook his head. “Not till after dinner. I have the night shift tonight.”
“Well, don’t that suck. First night here and all.” Garrett put his arms down and tossed his empty plate in the trailer’s tiny sink.
Cole stood, hung his hat on a peg, and ran his fingers through his hair. It stood up in little sweat curls. Time for a shower. “It does. But I gotta spell the boss’s son. He just got back from Hawaii.”
“Hmm.” Garrett managed to prowl across the distance between the sink and the table, though it was only a couple of feet. When he reached Cole, he ran a finger down the placard of his snap-front plaid shirt. “I was in Hawaii, too. Didn’t see you there.”
“I didn’t go. I take care of Spitfire stateside. The boss’s son takes care of him if they fly.” His gaze snagged on the man’s Adam’s apple before lifting higher. The smooth burnt caramel color of his skin was shiny with sweat. It was hot in the trailer. He really ought to open a window. Later. Right after he licked him clean.
“And who….” Garrett moved his hand lower and lower. It rode the length of his shirt before running over his belt buckle. He didn’t pause but slid the hot caress right on down. “Takes care of you?”
“Nobody.” His whisper came out raw, filled with more need than he’d intended to show. But hell, it had been a good nine months since…. No. He didn’t want to think about Cash right now. Not with a man as hot as Garrett Anderson reaching below the beltline.
“Now that’s a damn shame.”
The heat of Garrett’s breath fanned over his lips as his fingers reached the bulge in his pants, traced along it, and palmed the entire hardening length.
He groaned as Garrett cupped him firmly. His hips automatically pressed forward, urging his cock into Garrett’s palm. He wanted to come right then and there. “Jesus.”
“No, sir. Name’s Garrett. Garrett Anderson, and I don’t mean for you to forget it.”
This is a great story with a lot of drama and some wild PBR ridin’. Saddle up y’all; this one’s out March 4th.