Friday, January 31, 2014

Rough in the Saddle - Hennessee Andrews



Boots, hats, Wranglers, and balls of steel required…only the fearless need apply.

The XYZ Ranch is scouting for the best of the best, so saddle up, this ride will get rough in the saddle.
Last summer I happened upon the Love Has No Boundaries event. The premise was for readers to post a picture and a prompt for a story they’d love to read. I flipped through countless entries, each met with, “No, no,” and, “Not for me.” The I stumbled across this pic:



The reader wrote: Dear Author, these two guys were childhood friends. They tried to hide their relationship in the rodeo but they got caught so they ran away. That is when they found the gay rodeo. HEA and please not too much angst. Sincerely, Ang.

            “Bingo.” A light bulb when off in my head and I had that big, “Ah-ha,” moment. I immediately claimed the story and began writing and thus the free read, Rough in the Saddle, was born.  Not long after the release, I began receiving messages from readers asking about other characters in the story. For some reason they were entertained by my three strapping cowboys at the XYZ Ranch and their ménage relationship. A few months went by and I still received messages. “I want to hear about Zander.”

It was then I gave some thought into creating a series, but in order to do so I had to backtrack to the very beginning and tell Zander’s story, thus all stories after my free read are prequels. Zander’s Story spurred on Warren’s Story, and Warren’s Story kicked off Joe Ray’s Story, and then Everett’s Story hit me.

What I like most about this series is the fact each story is different. The characters vary, as well as their naughtiness. Eleven men are contained in five hot tales that are sure to kick start your libido. The original story, Rough in the Saddle, became Macon’s Story. It is still free and always will be. Start your journey with Macon and Wade, courtesy of myself and Siren-Bookstrand.

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Macon Sumner loves two things in world. One is taboo, his best friend Wade Sutherland. His second love is the rodeo, where their problems begin. When a nosy reporter clicks a picture at a rodeo, capturing Wade and Macon kissing, life is never the same or relationships with their family and peers.

As outcasts in their small, narrow minded town, Wade and Macon feel the effects daily. Wade becomes secretive with their relationship, foolishly believing that hiding is the answer. What he doesn’t realize is how much harm he is inflicting on Macon by doing so. 

Sneaking away for intimate moments with Wade are as hurtful as the glares Macon receives from people who are suppose to be neighbors, friends. Even roping buddies have stopped inviting them to functions. He can’t stand how he feels or how Wade is treating him. When he receives a call from Zander Wesley, he sees a new life and opportunity for him and Wade.





 Hot Excerpt: 
Wade became nervous and oddly excited about the notion of jacking off with his best friend. “Don’t you feel weird about this?” he’d asked, and averted his gaze, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering down to watch Macon unzip his jeans.

“Hell no. It’s not like we haven’t seen each other’s dicks before.” Macon sat up on his knees and pushed his jeans down. His erection popped out, his pale flesh highlighted by the fire. “And don’t tell me you don’t stroke yours.”

“Well, I—”

Macon had laughed and grabbed the tube, flipped open the lid, and squeezed out a healthy dose. “Suit yourself, liar.”

Wade watched with eagerness as Macon lubed his shaft and groaned with enthusiasm. There was something about the deep sound of his voice when it rumbled in his chest, and the way his face took on a contented expression. Something about the moment just left him awestruck and rendered him speechless.

“Oh, yeah, this is awesome.” Macon hummed while pulling slowly from the base of his cock to the tip, before traveling back down the length again. The fire made the lube glisten and shine.

Whether it was the alcohol, countless erotic pictures, or Macon stroking his cock in front of him, Wade couldn’t decide which had him more turned on. The warm orange light of the fire homed in on Macon’s face, accenting his cheek bones and the curve of his lips as they opened and then smiled with a sensual expression. Wade couldn’t peel his eyes away from the scene playing out in front of him. A new desire percolated through his veins, a feeling unlike any he’d ever experienced when around any girl he had dated. The feeling so overwhelming, in fact…it caused his dick to become painfully erect.

“You know you want to, Wade.” Macon spoke softly and opened his eyes, his hand still working his swollen shaft. “This is between you and me. It will never leave camp.”

Wade wobbled as he moved to his knees. The alcohol had his mind abuzz, and the moment caused his heart to race erratically. His fingers fumbled with his belt. He couldn’t shake the newfound thrill that made his skin tingle. Quickly, he managed to gain control of his faculties, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Macon offered an approving smile as Wade shoved his jeans down and reached for the lube. His hands shook as he squeezed out almost a handful, not meaning to take so much.

As his heart irregularly beat in his chest, his hand reached for his cock. The heat from the fire, and his nervousness, made him break out in a sweat. His cock hurt so bad, he could barely stand to stroke it. Watching Macon pleasure himself without regard or embarrassment caused Wade’s balls to pull up tight.
“That’s it, Wade, stroke it,” Macon encouraged him, never losing his rhythm. His hips moved, pushing his cock through his grip with slow and easy strokes. His flat washboard abs flexed while his hips wiggled and thrust forward.

Wade’s breaths came quickly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was so hard and so wound up at that moment. He couldn’t stop the uncontrollable desire or the quivers that raced through his gut. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His release hovered seemingly at the tip. He didn’t want to blow so fast in front of Macon. Wouldn’t that make him seem weak, he wondered, as he took another large gulp of air.

When he found the control he wanted, he opened his eyes and Macon was there, a few inches away. 
Something feral and dark loomed in his expression. His normally playful blue eyes were narrowed, piercing. Wade wanted to speak, but couldn’t. His words lumped in his chest when Macon grabbed his cock and took over the task for him. A shuddered breath was all he could manage. Having Macon grasp his cock terrified and shocked him, but more so, it excited the hell out of him.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, Wade,” Macon stated with an intense look on his face. “I’ve dreamt of this, me and you…like this.”

“You—you have?” Wade stuttered, and his stomach muscles tightened. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, so right.

“Oh, yeah.” Macon pulled Wade’s cock with a tight grip, sending Wade’s head spinning with an overload of emotions. “I’ve always wanted to do this, too.” He paused and moved closer, pressing his cock against Wade’s. He wrapped both of his hands around their swollen shafts and slowly moved his hips back and forth, rubbing them together. “Oh, hell, it feels better than I could have imagined.”

Wade couldn’t summon the courage to move or mutter a word. He was overcome with longing to experience more. The feel of their cocks gliding over each other in Macon’s hands was out of this world. His eyes closed as he succumbed, and he reveled in the new sensation. Each and every defined ripple of their shafts bumped over each other’s and sent a new jolt of electricity to his nerve endings.

“It feels awesome, doesn’t it?” Macon thrust with a little more intent and squeezed tighter.

“Yes.” Wade gasped and opened his eyes. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to touch Macon and feel his lips pressed against his own. With a tentative hand, he reached out and grazed Macon’s bare chest. His skin was smooth with hard muscles flexing under his flesh. Nature took over, pushing out all rational thoughts and feelings. Slowly Wade moved closer, his eyes connecting with Macon’s as he neared. He moistened his lips and his body quivered when his lips were a breath away. “Can I kiss you?”

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1 comment:

  1. Thank you for hosting me today, Susan!! Happy Saturday :)

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