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Chaps: Cherry County Cowboys #2

By Jules Dixon

Evernight Publishing

Release Date May 13, 2016

Rising rodeo star Nate O’Neill never expected to be living in a small Nebraska ranching town waiting for his rodeo brother to recover from a vicious ride. His unplanned stop steers him into the arms and bed of local celebrity, Tennessee Reed. Soon he questions what thrills him more—the rodeo or Tenn. Forced to face his reckless past, he’s reminded that relationships can cause damage far worse than any bull ride … and maybe he’s headed for the same suffering again.
Professional football draft-pick Tennessee Reed returns home emotionally shattered by the unexpected passing of his father who left Tenn with a hereditary secret buried in his chest. He might be dying inside, but when Nate walks into his life all Tenn’s troubles seem to disappear into those hazel eyes and he’s never felt more alive. Will Tenn follow the cowboy wherever life leads? Or will he protect his heart and watch those fringed leather chaps ride away?

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I slid my eyes up from his boots. His chaps elongated his muscular legs and emphasized his compact waist. The leather vest, worn over a black checkered long sleeved shirt, defined his firm chest, and then I skimmed my eyes up to his face. Our eyes connected, I absorbed an intensity of attraction I’d never experienced. Disturbing and unyielding, and yet, satisfying. His eyes searched my face, his eyebrows bent in and his eyes landed on my lips, but he didn’t move. He hurt from both my behavior this morning and his overindulgence at the bar, but he still gave me his strength through his desire-pooled hazel eyes.

“I’m sorry about last night … this morning.” I choked out the words. “If you’re willing to give me a second chance, I’d like to have you over to my place. Tonight for dinner and a movie. No expectations. Just you and me getting to know each other better.” I rambled the short phrases while my heart banged against my chest. My brain tangled with all the words. The hangover affected me, but asking him on a date spun my head like one of those questionable carnival rides that came through town for the Cherry County Fair and Rodeo in August every year.

Tilt-o-Whirl or Octopus or whatever it is called, this is both worse and better.

He lifted our hands and showed me how his fingers had turned a ghostly white. I loosened my grip.

He stretched his pinking fingers. “You’re sure? I’ve never done the boyfriend thing. And I’m getting a pretty clear message that maybe you’re in the same wagon, but unless you’re givin’ this a real go—and not just to get in my Levis—I’m not in, Tenn.”

I dropped his hand and he tried to shuffle back. Sliding my fingers into the fringe of his chaps, I guided him in between my legs. My heart ticked slower, with more purpose. “You’re right. I don’t have a lot of experience with the bona fide relationship thing with a guy. A few have been repeats in my bed, but not one has made a repeat performance across from me at a meal and none have ever gotten inside my head or heart.” I dragged him closer. “But since last night, I can’t get you out of my head. I’m 100% in, Mustang. Let’s take whatever this is between us for a long ride.”

He dropped his lips to mine. The kiss that I’d been craving since I watched him drive away early this morning. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and dug my nails deep into the pockets of his Wranglers.

Moments like this existed for a reason, so we felt alive.

Spurs, Book 1 in the Cherry County Cowboys Series (Each book is a standalone)

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Fuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a human alive. She's addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beer-brewing hubby. Their own love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultra-sarcastic son.

Jules explores the rich psychology of sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and young adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She's a busy writer, and she loves it!

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A Look At Jules Dixon & 'Spurs' @JulesofTripleR @evernightpub #Gay #Western

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* Fuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a human alive. She’s addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beerbrewing hubby. Their love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultrasarcastic son.
* Jules explores the rich psychology of sexual orientation, sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and new adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She’s a busy writer, and she loves it!

A look into...

~ Blurb ~ * Dr. Grayson Taylor is convinced that a summer fling with the bartending cowboy is a quick remedy to mend his broken heart. Soon his plans to return to big city lights for a dream career don’t seem as attractive as the cowboy with dimples lying in his bed. When Grayson’s charred past reappears, can he learn that forgiveness costs less than pride and admit he is the one who needs to be healed?
* Cowboy Izaac Scott drove into town with little more than boots on his feet, a well-loved baseball cap on his head and a cross-country journey on his mind, but he’s not sightseeing. He’s running from the ghost of a first love. Will the doctor be the one to help Izaac realize that true love can heal the past or will the cruel spurs of life jab him in the heart again? ~ Excerpt ~ * The door was open to the other bedroom, and when I reached to close it I heard the rustling of covers in the room. The glow of the moon drowned Gray’s room in silver light. I watched him adjust the pillow under his head as he stared up at the ceiling. His warm liquorcolored eyes glinted kaleidoscopic colors in the moonlight. I started to pull the door closed, and his eyes met mine. I froze. Parts of my gut that hadn’t experienced the waves of anticipation in years twisted like a there was a hurricane inside of me.
* Without speaking he scooted over in his bed and threw the covers back. My brain willed my body to move into the room, and in seconds I was next to his bed.
* “One more night, Izaac.”
* “I’m afraid it’ll only complicate what I’ve made a mess of, Gray.”
* “I’m good at unraveling complications. Come here, cowboy.”
* He was good at unraveling my willpower, too.
* I slipped into the bed. “I wish I could offer you more than tonight.”
* “I wish for a lot of things, but I’m not asking for anything more than this night.”
* What words couldn’t express our bodies would. Gentle and unhurried kisses prolonged our progress. Seven days with Grayson had more passion and connection than the last five years of my life. Those years had been the abysmal pit of repentance. Every move I made was calculated to prevent and eliminate relationships with people, but now I had people who wanted to have me in their lives. I was going to lose the most important person I’d ever had in my life.
* “Gray?” I whispered in his ear.
* “What?”
* “I could still be a good guy to you.”
* “Izaac, it’s okay to still care about Quinton, but I won’t compete with a ghost for your heart. It’s too hard to wonder if I’m the one in your mind at any given time or if you’ll leave when a memory of him overwhelms you.”
* “I’ve held on for so long that I think maybe I’m just a living ghost myself.”
* “Then let me show you that you’re alive.”
* His stubble abraded across the skin of my chest, and I fisted his hair as he explored every dip and inch down my stomach. If I couldn’t give him more, I could give him tonight. He deserved more, but this would have to do. Buy Spurs here... Evernight Publishing | All Romance eBooks | Amazon Find Jules Dixon here... Amazon | Facebook | Pinterest | Twitter | Website Thank you for joining us here today, Jules Dixon! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.