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Soft Place to Fall
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Stetson Major and Curtis Traynor are about as opposite as two cowboys can get. Stetson is a rancher, tied to the land he loves in Taos, New Mexico, while Curtis is a rodeo cowboy whose wanderlust never could be tamed.
But now Stetson’s momma is dying of Alzheimer’s, and she can’t remember that Curtis hasn’t been Stetson’s boyfriend for a long time. Curtis’s absence makes her cry, so Stetson swallows his pride and calls his ex-lover.
To Curtis, Stetson is the one who got away, the love of his life. And Momma is his friend, so he’s happy to help out. Yet returning to the ranch stirs up all sorts of feelings that, while buried, never really went away. Still, the rodeo nationals are coming up, and Curtis can’t stay… even if he’s starting to want to, especially to support Stetson when he needs it most.
Stetson and Curtis want to find a place where they both fit, to be there to catch each other when they fall. But family, money problems, and the call of the rodeo circuit might end their second-chance romance before it even gets started.
~Guest Post-BA Tortuga~
Hey y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and lover of all things western, and I can’t wait to introduce y’all to bull rider Curtis and New Mexico rancher, Stetson. Stetson is caught between a rock and a hard place, and it’s funny, because he calls Curtis and…well, Stetson ends up doing a little saving himself.
Read an Excerpt from Soft Place to Fall
Curtis set the alarm on his phone so he wouldn’t sleep in and make Stetson do all the damned work this morning.
He still managed to miss a good many of the chores, judging from the fact that Stetson was gone when he got up and still wasn’t back after he had a shower and tugged on every bit of clothing he owned.
Jesus, was the furnace broke or just….
Fifty. The thermostat was set to fucking fifty.
Curtis stood in the hallway, torn. Stetson had his pride, and obviously he was having trouble making ends meet. That was clear as glass. But damn. Curtis turned it up to sixty-two. Happy medium.
“Shit, it’s bitter out there.” He heard Stetson stomping and clearing his boots of snow, and then he heard Stetson chuckle softly. “You pups hang out and I’ll find everyone a couple more blankets.”
Curtis moved to the kitchen and the coffee maker, which, wow. Ancient. Gross. Okay, he needed to make a trip to Target down in Santa Fe. Was there a Target in Española? He couldn’t remember. “Morning, Roper.”
“Hey, cowboy, you sleep good? Everyone’s fed and snuggled up out there.”
“I did. You need me to help with the dogs?”
“Nah, I’m just going to make sure they’ve got enough to keep warm. Fixin’ to dump snow again this afternoon.”
“It’s amazing up here. Shit, I’d forgotten the winter.” He’d acclimatize again, but right now he needed to carb load and mainline water.
Stetson chuckled for him, then disappeared into Miss Betty’s part of the house and returned with a pile of old blankets. “You want to start coffee, and I’ll bring in some wood.”
“I’m on it. You want pancakes for breakfast?” He knew he’d gotten all the stuff last night.
“Oh, that would be a blessing. Please, thank you.”
“You got it.” Coffee. Pancakes. Chicken sausage. He snagged Stetson for his good morning kiss because he wanted one.
“Oh—” Stetson’s lips were icy, but the kiss wasn’t. Not at all.
No, the contact warmed up real quick, Stetson wrapping those long arms around his neck and holding on. He hummed, a happy noise that kinda surprised him.
He stepped right into the curve of Stetson’s body, holding them tight together. They both tilted their heads the other way, the kiss going deep in another direction.
Jesus. Good morning to him. He worked the buttons of Stetson’s shearling coat open, hunting that tight body that waited for him. Life was short. He was gonna start with dessert first.
“Curtis! It’s morning!”
“Mmm. Broad daylight, even.” He grinned at Stetson, feeling his face stretch with it. “God, I want to lay you out in the sunshine one day, watch you arch for me.”
Stetson moaned, the sound damn near pained.
“You need loving, Roper. You scream for it.”
Much love, y’all,