Trace is nursing a broken heart. He lost his job, his boyfriend of two years was cheating on him, and his apartment building burned right to the ground with all his worldly possessions. It was time for Trace to get out of Minnesota.
So Trace heads for Texas and Riven Creek Ranch, the horse farm his aunt Lois owns. But hours before he arrives, Lois is in a terrible car accident that nearly takes her life, and Trace finds himself in charge of the ranch kitchen. Sounds simple enough and it’s the least he can do for his recuperating aunt.
Then Sawyer happens.
Sawyer is his aunt’s big, beautiful, muscle bound, incredibly sexy straight ranch manager. Someone who has no clue Trace is gay. And meeting the big man should have been okay, except it was in the middle of his aunt’s kitchen at five in the morning and Trace was nearly naked. Embarrassing? Yep. But the very next day Trace proceeded to ramp up his embarrassment by quantum leaps when he nearly sets his aunt’s house on fire and the brooding Sawyer has to come to the rescue.
Seems like Trace’s “luck” followed him.
Not to mention that Aunt Lois’s “accident” was actually attempted murder. And now, they just might want Trace dead, too.
Can Trace figure out who’s behind the attempts on his aunt’s life AND keep Sawyer from finding out he’s hot for the cowboy?
He probably can’t. But he’s going to try.
Author Name: Hurri Cosmo
Book Name: Then Sawyer Happened
Release Date: March 8, 2016
Pages or Words: 60,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, Crime Fiction, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Humor, M/M Romance, Mystery, Romance, Thriller, Western/Cowboy
Publisher: Dark Hollows Press
Cover Artist: Eden Connors
“Sawyer! Damn. You scared me.” Trace fell back against the freezer suddenly feeling light headed. He took in the big body blocking any escape he had and his cock twitched as if it liked the idea there was no way out. “I didn’t hear you… behind me.”
“I saw your car in the driveway. How’s Lois?”
Trace shook his head in an attempt to clear it. “She’s awake and very alert… but…” But someone wants her dead. Who? Someone on this ranch? Could it be Sawyer? I trust him with my life… That’s what she said.
Trace looked up into hard cold eyes. The question was genuine. He cared about the condition of his aunt. But what condition did he care her to be in? “Nothing… just… well… I guess you’re going to have to know… I mean…” Damn, he had to stop acting like a horny teenager in front of this man. “Let me… I’m going to make coffee…”
“It’s made. The big insulated urn on the counter is full. Just made it about a half hour ago so it’s fine.”
“Oh. Good. Let’s sit down. I need to sit down.” Trace took a few steps forward which brought him right in front of the cowboy. He expected Sawyer to move, to back up, but he didn’t. Then Trace did the unthinkable. His body reacted on its own as he put his hand on the big man’s chest and pushed. There would have been no way on God’s green earth he would have been able to physically move the cowboy without his express permission, not to mention help. But Trace’s brain seemed to totally malfunction in this man’s presence.
And, as expected, being pushed in any direction was never going to work for Sawyer. Sawyer grabbed his wrist, twisted it tight behind Trace, which brought Trace up solid, against Sawyer’s hard body, chest to chest. Being several inches taller, Sawyer glared down into Trace’s shocked face, a smoldering look in his eyes. Trace could feel Sawyer’s hot breath on his face, sense the man’s tense muscles from his pecs down through his thighs…
Once again the man was leaning silently against the door frame, hands in his front pockets, head cocked to one side, staring at him with his eyes narrowed, as if he was trying to figure something out. The look made Trace wonder just how long he had been standing there.
Feeling totally naked, Trace pulled his too short of shirt down in front as if it would be able to hide his misbehaving, very attentive cock. He wouldn’t be able to hide his insane attraction to this man if he couldn’t get his cock to calm down. “What are you doing in here? I’m nearly naked!” Unfortunately Trace’s voice was more of a petrified screech than anything even close to outrage at the uninvited invasion into his bedroom.
“Well, it is pretty much how you introduced yourself to me in the first place. I don’t understand the problem.” the man drawled. “And I’m making sure you’re okay. You got burned because of me.” Sawyer nodded with his head toward Trace’s legs.
Trace looked down at the angry red splotches on his exposed thighs. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
But Sawyer was walking toward him. Trace watched those worn cowboy boots coming across the floor until they were right in front of him. Trace could do nothing but look up, fear stabbing his heart so hard he was amazed he didn’t pass out. Even if he could have managed to make his legs work under these circumstances, and with the way they were shaking right now that was highly doubtful, where the hell would he go half naked? Even so, somehow he needed to stop the man from doing anything they both would hugely regret him doing. Because big strong cowboys did not appreciate being lusted after by other men. “Wait! Don’t come in here! What the hell are you doing?” Yep, that’ll do it.
Hurri Cosmo lives in Minnesota where she holds tight to the idea that there, where it’s cold a good part of the year, she won’t age as fast. Yep, she avoids the truth as much as she avoids mirrors. But one of the reasons she loves writing is reality doesn’t always offer up a “happily ever after” and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, she doesn’t mind “real life” and she does try to at least keep it in mind when she writes her stories, but she truly loves creating a wonderful couple, knowing they will fall in love and have their HEA. Every – single – time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason she loves reading this genre, too. Give her a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and her computer, whether she is reading or writing, and she will entertain herself for hours. The fact she actually gets paid to do it is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.
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