Thursday, November 29, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Here's the official doolie!
Sometimes cowboys like to get buck wild. They get a little crazy, get a little wild hair. That's the premise behind this Taste Test featuring Dallas Coleman, Julia Talbot and BA Tortuga.
Dallas Coleman gives us Jimmy, who's settled down to become a banker, and Cory, an off again-on again lover who tempts him to be have some fun. Julia's Colby and Sean are both bullriders and ex-lovers who get up to some serious fun. BA gives us Jack and Deke, two sometime lovers who come together with a fiery passion that's impossible to ignore. Get buck wild with these boys today!www.torquerebooks.com
I got word that a lesbian story I wrote a good while back for an anthology with Pretty Things Press, called Lipstick on Her Collar, has a cover. We don't have a sure date, but keep an eye out here!
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
It's a Spurs and Saddles from Torquere Press, called Sparkle and Shine. It's over at www.torquerebooks.com
Evan is a rodeo cowboy with an eight year old daughter, an ex-wife who loves to make trouble, and a best friend he wants to love on. Brooks is his best buddy, who wants to be way more than friends. Can these two cowboys get it together?
have a sample!
"What are you staring at?" Brooks snarled, flinging his jeans at his suitcase.
Heaven. That was his first thought.
"Nothing. I mean, I'm not staring. I'm sorry, Brooks." There. Ta da.
Tight shoulders relaxed. "Yeah? I… Me too, man. I just figured we were having a laugh."
"We were. I was just feeling sorry for myself." Beer. It had to be the beer making him say all these touchy feeling things.
"Yeah?" Coming right up to him, Brooks clapped him on his shoulder, fingers scarred and callused. "No need, man. You're rock solid."
Almost as hard as a rock, for sure. Wasn't beer supposed to make a man limp? Sandra had always said so. Evan barely resisted the urge to adjust himself.
"Thanks, Brooks. Really." When he felt like he wouldn't offend the man, Evan turned away, breathing hard through his nose.
"Hey, you got the quease? We could order room service."
"Oh, good idea. Something burger-like." That would give him something to do with his hands and his runaway mouth.
"Maybe chocolate cake, too, huh?" Brooks loved the frosting. Evan had seen him eat all the way around a three layer cake, just eating the sugary stuff.
"You order, huh?"
"What's gotten into you?" Brooks asked when he woulda run for the bathroom again.
"I'm horny, okay?" he kinda shouted, hands clenching. "I want to go jack off in the bathroom!"
"Oh." Blue eyes snapped right up to meet his, Brooks staring hard. "You don't gotta run off, buddy."
Friday, November 02, 2007
It's called Splitting the Difference, and it's about country singer Dane, who goes back to his West Texas hometown for a wedding, meeting up with an old high school friend names Kent.
I adore people who have history, and this is one of those stories ;) You can find it at www.torquerebooks.com
Here's a wee snip:
"Well, well. I didn't think I'd ever see Dane Hotchkins in this town again."
The voice had the kind of deep drawl only West Texas could make, and Dane cringed at the familiarity of it, at the way it made all sorts of old memories come to life.
He turned, staring at Kent Lawrence, just shaking his head. The man hadn't changed a bit, hadn't gotten all swollen like so many of his old high school buddies had. Lean, long, and all cowboy, Kent looked fucking edible.
"Well, hey, Kent. I reckon you wouldn't have, if Becky hadn't decided to get married." No way would he miss his baby sister's wedding, even if it did mean eating his words from ten years ago. He'd burned those years right down the highway, singing at every honky-tonk and dive in Texas and Oklahoma. He'd never made it to Nashville, but Austin wasn't a bad place to call home.
Way better than BF Nowhere West Texas.
"Oh, right. I heard about that. You bring you some supermodel as a date?" Those green eyes twinkled, the lines beside them deep and new, the skin tanned to an even dark brown. Lord, that man still did it for him, not that he'd ever let Kent know.
"No. I didn't bring anything but my guitar and enough clothes to get me through the week. Gonna rent the tux, even."
"Oh, now, I thought a big shot like you would have your own."
Sighing, Dane shook his head. "You're looking for a fight, Kent, I ain't your man. I'm too damned tired and old. 'Sides, I always liked you. Don't fuck that up."