I would like to thank Marie Sexton and LA Witt for taking the time to talk to us about their collaboration, Roped In. Check out Caroline’s review. There is also a giveaway, so stay tuned for that.
I fumbled with my keys and managed to unlock the doors. Kaz was shorter than me by a good six inches, but he climbed up into the passenger side without any trouble. There hadn’t been anyone in this truck who didn’t wear dusty jeans and cowboy boots, but he looked oddly at home here, settling onto the broad bench seat in his ripped jeans, flannel shirt, and not-even-close-to-a-cowboy attitude.
I fired up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. On the way down the highway, the silence between us was conspicuous. The radio was playing unobtrusively in the background, Luke Bryan crooning through the speakers, and I was tempted to turn it off. I couldn’t imagine Kaz was into country music. But he didn’t say anything, and I was too busy holding onto the wheel for dear life to reach for the radio.
“How long have you been doing the rodeo thing?” he asked out of the blue.
I followed a curve from the highway to a back road, blacktop turning to gravel beneath my tires. “My whole life.” And am I going to keep doing it for the rest of my life? That thought made my stomach clench.
“And it’s never bothered you?” He didn’t sound confrontational now. Separated from the herd, one-on-one, he simply sounded curious. Interested, nothing more.
“I used to love it.”
“I’m getting old. It’s not my favorite thing in the world. Not anymore,” I confessed.
“Then what is?”
I didn’t have an answer for that, so I gave him the only answer I could. “Horses.” That didn’t seem to satisfy him, and I could feel him watching as if he expected me to go on, so I did. “I breed and train Paints. The show circuit bores me to tears, so I raise working horses.”
“So you ride in the rodeo.” A statement. Not a question.
I glanced at him. “Gotta compete and keep my name out there, or I won’t make much of a living.”
“Huh.” He shook his head. “Never occurred to me this might be how somebody made their living.” He smiled. “Not like that excuses it.”
The cuteness of his grin took the sting from his barb. Playful or not, he probably expected a retort, and I opted not to take the bait. “For some, it’s a job. For others, it’s only a hobby. I’ve always had some work on the side, but there’s nothing that feels as good as working with horses and cattle.”
“Oh?” he asked. “Nothing?”
His tone was teasing, and I glanced his way. The implication of his flirtatious gaze made me blush.
I wasn’t going to take that bait, either.
“So what do you do, when you’re not holding up signs and spooking horses?”
I was watching the road, so I couldn’t see him roll his eyes, but I had a feeling he’d done it anyway. “I’m a grad student, majoring in Conservation and Environmental Studies, with a specialization in nonprofit management.
“Damn. That’s a mouthful. Learning how to save the world?”
I thought he might get defensive, but he laughed. “Yeah, something like that. I’m an Avenger in training.”
From the Publisher:
Graham and his roping partner Jackson have ruled the rodeo scene for ten years running, but lately, Graham’s heart isn’t in the game. He’s tired of the bruises, the cowboy mentality, and the animal rights activists who picket every event. And then there’s Jackson.
Graham and Jackson have been friends since they were boys. But ever since their drunken sexual encounter the year before, things have been awkward. Graham’s accepted that he might be gay, but no matter how attracted he is to other men, he always panics and runs when the clothes start to come off.
Then Graham has a run-in with one of the rodeo protesters, and everything changes. Kaz is young, idealistic, and sexy as hell. And Kaz has an idea for getting Graham past his nerves and into bed.
All they need is a bit of rope.
About the Author
Marie Sexton lives in Colorado. She’s a fan of just about anything that involves muscular young men piling on top of each other. In particular, she loves the Denver Broncos and enjoys going to the games with her husband. Her imaginary friends often tag along. Marie has one daughter, two cats, and one dog, all of whom seem bent on destroying what remains of her sanity. She loves them anyway.
L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer currently living in the glamorous and ultra-futuristic metropolis of Omaha, Nebraska, with her husband, two cats, and a disembodied penguin brain that communicates with her telepathically. In addition to writing smut and disturbing the locals, L.A. is said to be working with the US government to perfect a genetic modification that will allow humans to survive indefinitely on Corn Pops and beef jerky. This is all a cover, though, as her primary leisure activity is hunting down her arch nemesis, erotica author Lauren Gallagher, who is also said to be lurking somewhere in Omaha.
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