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In the heart of Texas...
Liberal Austinite Travis Boyd recycles, shops local, and is partner in a successful green-building company. After his last disastrous relationship, he'll never again date a man who's not out. A little discretion while working for ultra-conservative clients in west Texas is hardly the same as being in the closet. Anyway, the only person he's interested in being indiscreet with is the client's macho son. Not happening, Trav.
Bo Vargas is a cowboy-boot-wearing, meat-eating, truck-driving ode to masculinity. He's not gay. The men he picks up on business trips are just anonymous diversions. Travis isn't anonymous. And there's something about him that makes Bo want to expand his relationship options. Maybe.
When a popular dating app sends Bo and Travis on the same blind date, the night explodes in passion. One night isn't a problem. But what will each man be willing to risk the morning after?
This novella is approximately 75 pages long and includes a preview of A Taste of You at the end.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
A Note from Irene
A Taste of You
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, businesses and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
You Can Leave Your Boots On
© 2015 by Sharon Stoker Laurent
Cover design by Kanaxa
Editing by K.J. Charles
Copyediting by Abby Webber
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
ISBN: 978-0-9968099-0-0
To Liv, Viv and Rebecca for keeping me going.
To Evie – You know why.
For Bones, always.
Travis bypassed the valet and headed for self-parking. As usual, his Parking God powers activated and he found the perfect spot almost immediately. Tonight his gift wasn’t as welcome as usual. He would have been happy to circle the lot a few times. He checked his email and text messages, checked his hair in the visor mirror, and checked the glove box just to see if there were any gloves in it. None of the fidgeting served any purpose except to kill time. He didn’t want to be here. He was nervous and it made him annoyed.
He was about sick of West Texas. According to the Internet, El Paso had a thriving gay community. You couldn’t prove it by him. He was sick of carne asada and beer and dust. He was ab-so-lute-ly sick of country music and good ol’ boys. Mostly, he was sick of pretending to be someone he wasn’t. He wanted to be back home in Austin, where no one cared who he slept with as long as he recycled and shopped local.
Instead, here he sat, ready to embark on an extreme blind date he’d been talked into by the one person in this town he’d thought “got” him. He wasn’t in West Texas to date. He was here to further relations with Vargas Development. Vargas was expanding across Texas like wildfire, and they seemed to want to take Ecotecture Custom Builders with them. Travis’s business partner, Jack, figured Ecotecture better take the opportunity or get pushed to the sidelines by someone who would. If Vargas wanted Travis in El Paso personally, Jack had said, he should suck it up and get his butt down there.
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!
