Release Date: May 26, 2014
Hunter and Ethan are back in the third and final installment of the Honky Tonk Trilogy. In this story we revisit Westmore Ranch where Hunter is forced to have a man stay on the ranch who is a member of a west coast crime family. This man, Troy Castor, sets his sights on damaged Drew behind Reggie’s back. In steps Ethan to save the day but with heavy consequences.
The wedding is not going as planned as Reggie’s father blames Hunter for “corrupting his only son into homosexuality”. He starts rumors, causing the vendors to run for cover to avoid being in the middle of a war between the two largest cattlemen in the area. This and their own insecurities about being a man the other deserves has them both worried if they are even ready to commit for a lifetime.
When the day finally comes bullets fly. With the bullets come revelations, tears and new dreams to reach for but will Hunter and Ethan be the ones reaching for them together or will one have to set out on his own?
Oh God, what a tool. “New Mexico.”
Troy laughed. “Man of few words. I like that.” He looked out of the window and then back at Hunter. “Is this a gay ranch? You hire the lonely gay guys?”
Why the fuck did his father have to build the house so far away from the actual ranch? “I hire people that work.”
“Well as long as some are eye candy I might not hate it here.”
Hunter pulled the truck over and turned to glare at Troy Castor. “This is a working ranch. We work cattle here. There is no eye candy, no hitting on the hands and no fucking around with them. You will keep your head low, do the work, keep your mouth shut as to who you really are and when it’s time get the fuck out with as little muss or fuss as possible.” Hunter started to turn back to the steering wheel then thought of one more thing, possibly the most important thing. “If you even look at Ethan again Dante won’t need to find you. I will squeeze your head off your shoulders and feed it to the fucking hogs.”
So what if they didn’t have pigs on the ranch? Castor didn’t know that.
Troy’s eyes were narrowed but he nodded. “Noted.”
By the time they got to the bunkhouse Hunter could feel the hatred coming off of the man but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he wanted to be fast friends with the fuck anyway. He got out and showed Troy through the dining hall.
“Breakfast is at six, unless otherwise posted. Coffee’s always on and there will be nights that it’s your job to put it on. I don’t have a 24 hour cook.”
Without waiting for a response Hunter led him into the lounge where the television, a pool table and library was. There were a few of the guys sitting around the room, two playing pool. “Everyone this is the new hand Troy. Troy this is Billy, Rip, Turner, Danny and Pete. Over there fixing the toaster oven is Carl.”
Troy smirked, gave a wave and said, “Howdy!”
Rolling his eyes Hunter pointed to the hall where the rooms were while the others just stared at the two of them. Down the hall, the third door on the left Hunter knocked. When there was no answer he opened the door and saw the two unmade beds. “Here’s where you’ll sleep. It’s the only room with no roommate. I don’t want anyone stuck with you.”
Troy’s emerald eyes twinkled with humor. “Sure thing Hoss.”
“The name is Hunter.”
Her first story, Cabin fever, about a young man searching for love and finding it wrapped in a member of a mafia family gained her readers who cheered for more. She knew then that she had found her place in the world. To make stories of love and kink that not only her readers but she could get lost in as well.
Rain now lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado but has traveled most of the US. Her last road trip to San Francisco gave her characters still coming out…no pun intended…in her newer stories. Rain has severe scoliosis which makes it hard for her to do all the things she used to love but it did give her the time to write that she never had before. She fights for lgbt rights from her home as best she can now and keeps in close contact with her friends that fight on two good legs to point them where they should go. She is a fervent believer that one door never closes without another opening so there are no limits she can’t get past.
Of all the people in the world no one has encouraged and supported her like her friends, many of them writers themselves, and her family. There is never a dull moment in her home where laughter is in the air 24/7 and everyone knows to avoid the computer screen when she sits in front of it. They never know what kind of beautiful man love they may see. Rain calls it research, they call it, “there she goes again!”
Her latest book, Rebel Yells is getting great reviews and she is currently working on the sequel, Penny’s Lane.
Rain Carrington, Author