Fools for Love – we all are, aren’t we? But then again, we love to read about characters who think they aren’t. Guys and gals who strenuously avoid love and entanglement, only to get roped in anyway.
My giveaway for this blog hop does involve roping! And also a main character who is a PBR champion and definitely avoiding the complication of love in order to focus on his career. But I don’t have to tell you what happens, do I?
Below are the blurb and a smexy excerpt. Be sure to enter the drawing on the Just Romance Me main site here:
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?
“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.”
He whined when Garrett’s mouth closed over his. God he wanted to see this man naked. Right here, right now, in his shabby old trailer. This bull rider would be the best thing he’d ever had in here. He placed a hand on the back of Garrett’s head and crushed their mouths together, hungry for the man’s sweet cornbread and barbecue sauce taste. Most of the men he’d kissed tasted like dust and smelled like cows. But Garrett’s mouth was honeyed heaven.
Garrett grasped his ass roughly, slid his hands down the cleft, and cupped just behind his balls. He snugged their bodies together and lifted Cole tight against him. Their cocks abraded, sparking heat inside jeans threatening to melt the fabric. He broke the kiss long enough to ask, “Got a bed?”
Panting, he turned the door handle next to Garrett’s left hip and they tumbled backward into the small, stuffy room. Both clung to each other, apparently neither of them willing to let go even for a second. Greedy for more kisses, he pulled Garrett’s lips back to his and opened his mouth. The wet heat of the man’s tongue was smooth and silky, but large and manly. He sensed everything about Garrett would be supersized and shuddered in anticipation.
They spun as they kissed, and the backs of his legs bumped the bed. A tenth of a second later he was falling backward and didn’t care. Garrett followed a split second later. He hovered over him before kneeling on the bed between Cole’s knees and nudging them apart. His big, dark hand completely covered his cock and began squeezing it through the jeans.
He lay back and moaned, loving the rider’s rough handling and shoving his hips forward for more. Though he wanted to hurry things up in a big way, he left the pace in Garrett’s control. Letting Garrett take the lead allowed him time to savor his touch. God, he needed this. Needed to be touched by a real man. His heart softened to butter as Garrett’s intense interest played over him, leaving him languid and hot like sunshine streaming in from a window.
Garrett leaned forward and kissed him. “You’re damn nice to look at, you know that?”
He sucked in a breath to keep from laughing at the absurdity of the notion, but tucked the compliment away nonetheless. His arms came around the bull rider’s neck and he touched for the first time the man’s close-cropped dark curls. They tickled his fingers. “I bet you say that to all the boys.”
“You’d bet wrong, cowboy.”
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