It’s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have an excerpt from Twilight’s Touch, the second 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 do you read so much anyway?” He pulled his sleeping bag up around his shoulders.
“Why don’t you read more?” I fired back, feeling really salty about his desire for Paula when I was sitting right here. Ugh. How could I want a man who had acted like someone knowing we’d been alone together was a capital offense? “I read because I want to expand my mind. I want to go to college someday when I have enough saved.”
“Shit, you could get a free ride through college. You’re Indian, right?”
I whipped a scowl his way. “Yeah, I’m Native. You’ve met my grandfather.”
“Well yeah but he looks more…you know.” He dropped down beside me.
“Say it.” I could feel my hackles rising.
“Well, I mean he looks more Indian. Sorry, more Native. You look pissed. Did I insult you?”
He had but not intentionally. “Not on purpose. It’s just…” I blew out a breath then placed my phone beside me on the dirt. “The whole blood quantum thing can be incredibly complicated but I’ll just say that the color of my eyes does not make me less Shoshoni.”
“I like your eyes.” My gaze flew from the lantern to Will. He looked as if he had swallowed a scorpion. A rush of warmth settled in my belly way down low. “I mean they’re nice. Green and brown is nice. They look fine in your face.”
“Okay.” I really didn’t know how to respond.
“Sounds like a sore subject. Your eyes.”
“Let’s just say the term cur is really familiar to me.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“Mutt, mixed blood, half breed.”
“Ah okay. Well whoever calls you that is a jerk. You’re plenty Indian… I mean Native American.”
“Thanks. I think so too.”
A long stilted silence fell over the dig site. Will and I would glance at each other on occasion and my gut would bubble with desire.