It’s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have an excerpt from Dusk’s Devotion, the third and final book in my contemporary gay western trilogy, Prairie Smoke Ranch.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
“Why would you beat up two men over a man you hate?”
That was a fair question and one that I didn’t want to deal with right now. So I lied. “Because now that you’re a rainbow brother it’s my sworn duty as a bi guy to defend you from bashers.”
“I highly doubt that’s the reason. But thanks, I guess. I just…” He deflated a bit. “I just need some time to get myself sorted. I’m sure my name has been removed from every legal document that would give me any kind of claim to any part of the ranch. Clay has control of my trust fund until I turn thirty so that will be a legal battle that will draw out for years. I really just wanted a place to lick my wounds and so I came here. It was supposed to be empty.”
“Oh.” I wasn’t sure what to say to that. “Well yeah, I was kind of out here for work reasons.” He didn’t need to know about my lost at sea mindset of late. Funny how once Shep had appeared I didn’t feel so confused about…everything. That was also to be filed away for later scrutiny. “Look, I’m sorry about kissing you. It is not kosher to force a kiss on anyone even a snobby brat like you.”
“True.” The tension had left his face now making him wholly adorable, black eyes and all. Fuck. What was I doing here with this man? Someone that I would have run over with a car a month ago. Now I was calling him adorable while staring at his mouth as if it were a meal and I a starving man.
“Let’s just go back where it’s warmer and talk. Have some soup. I promise I won’t rage kiss you again.” I held out my hand.