Sunday, September 16, 2012

Are you ready to twist?

Texas Twist is now available. And if you thought Lane and Gresh's story was over, think again.

Life at Crazy Hills has become crazier, and the cowboys are misbehaving. Their worlds are turned upside down as lust leads them to places they never thought they would go.

For Erick McTavish, meeting the handsome young cowboy, Sterling White, is the first sign he may be able to put the pain and the flashbacks from his brutal abduction behind him for good. Too bad Sterling doesn’t seem to return those feelings.

Determined to remain straight, Sterling hates the walking, talking temptation that is Erick, yet he can’t seem to stop his desire to experience his first kiss with a man, but not just any man, only Erick will do. The tattered remains of Sterling’s denial are stripped away when fate steps in and wickedly hot passion ignites between the pair, leaving Sterling unable to imagine a life without Erick.

Meanwhile, the bonds of friendship between Gresh, Connor, Lane, and Riley are tested when dark desire leads them down a dangerous path twisting their relationship to the max, leaving all four men wondering if any relationship is possible after betrayal.

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Chapter One

Lightning flashed, sending a crash of thunder rumbling through the house. Erick shivered and sank down under the covers. The desire to pull the sheets over his head clawed at him, but he feared another attack. If he couldn’t see the door they might slip in without him noticing, or worse, burst through like last time. Erick shivered, his heart hammered, and his head hurt.
What if they did come back? What if someone tried to abduct him again? The door could come crashing in at any second, bringing fists, Tasers, and guns to control him. His gut twisted, leaving him gasping for breath. How had he let them take him last time?
Before the attack, he'd prided himself in his strength. He could easily take down two men in a fair fight, four in a dirty one when he had the advantage, but the men who abducted him didn’t fight fair. Worse, they’d had the advantage because they knew the score before he saw them coming. Thunder cracked and he jumped. The scrape of a tree across the window left him trembling. He fought to not get lost in the fear of the visions haunting his thoughts, but they tore at him, ripping him from the present.
The feel of the chain across his back as they beat him played through his mind. Remembering the attacks and thrashings turned him inward. The room around him disappeared as painful memories swirled. He was lost, alone, and cold. He would die soon and he knew it. There wasn’t anything to live for. Another beating and he’d break.
Strong hands pulled him from the black depths of his nightmare, bringing him back to reality. The world of dreams mixed with the here and now and he shook violently. The room grew focused around him, bringing him clarity. For a moment he thought the strong hands belonged to Conner, but no such luck. Riley held him close and petted his back, saying soothing words to calm the internal storm. Erick recoiled automatically. Why couldn’t it be Connor here holding him? Riley had stolen his lover, taken his man, and now he was supposed to welcome his help? Erick pushed away and stumbled to the bathroom. Riley followed, standing in the door, his brows raised in concern. He hated being ungrateful. Riley was trying to help, but he didn’t want support from this man whom Connor loved.
Pain ripped through his gut and he sagged. Riley stepped forward, reaching out to help but Erick moved back. “Don’t.”
“Erick, I know you’re unhappy Connor and I are together, but--Hell, do you want something to help you sleep?”
“No.” The last thing he wanted was to be helpless again. Being helpless sucked, and he would never willingly put himself in a weak position ever again. “Just leave.”
Erick spun around and almost fell. Riley was there, reaching for him, holding him. Erick thought about fighting off his hold, fantasized about punching Riley in the gut and kicking him when he was down, but he didn’t have the energy. He was too weak, his balance screwed up because of the beatings. Riley had told him about some weird condition screwing with his balance because of the abuse he'd suffered.
Riley’s explanation was all gobbledygook to him. Really, he hated being so useless. His career as a Ranger was over. Maybe if he recovered he’d eventually return to police work but it would take years. Of course, while he’d been sitting in one of the many closets, aching and bruised from the latest torture session, he’d vowed to never return to police work. He had no idea what he’d do now that he was free. With no place to go he felt trapped. The only thing keeping him grounded to reality was Connor and of course Riley, but he sure as hell didn’t want to voice his gratitude to Riley.
“Why don’t you lay down? I’ll be in the den on the couch.” Riley’s lips were at his ear, whispering to him.
He gritted his teeth, praying Riley would go away and Connor would sit with him. “You don’t have to stay.”
“I’ll stay. I want to.”
“God Riley, I fucking hate you.”
Riley smoothed his hand down Erick’s back and tightened his hold on him. “I know. I’m sorry, too. If I wasn’t utterly in love with Connor I would let him go, but I can’t.”
Erick allowed Riley to lead him to the bed and cover him with a blanket. He stared after his rival as he left the room, wishing there were a way to go back in time and tell Connor to wait for him, that he wanted a relationship. If he’d only known back then what he knew now everything would be different. Being abducted made him look at the world with a new take. He should have jumped at the chance to be with Connor last year, now he was too late.


Lane rolled over, snuggling close to Gresh. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes tightly. Last night when the storm rolled through they’d woken and spent an hour creating their own tempest in the bedroom. His body still ached a little from their playtime that had them crashing against each other in fiery passion. His cell phone buzzed and Lane groaned as he stretched to catch the call before it fell to voice mail. His body ached and he moaned again, trying like hell to force his muscles to obey.
“Lane here. This better be good.”
“Hey Lane, it’s Riley.”
Lane sat up, his aches no longer an issue. “Riley, what’s up?”
Gresh rolled over and grabbed the phone out of Lane’s hand. “Riley, he’s mine. I don’t care if Connor is gone for the week. You can’t have him.”
Lane rolled his eyes and fought for the phone. “Hey, he’s just calling to talk.”
Gresh laughed at something Riley said and Lane stopped fighting for the phone. He rolled out of bed. “Fine, be that way. You two just have your little conversation about me.”
“Don’t leave yet, we were about to talk about how fine your ass was. Let me tell you Riley, he’s amazing.”
“God, Gresh, stop teasing Riley, and give me the phone.”
Gresh handed over the device and Lane stuck out his tongue.
“Stick that out again, and I’ll show you where you can put it.”
“Promises, promises. Buddy, I’m going there soon and you’re going to like it.”
Lane heard Gresh’s sharp intake of breath. He hadn’t fucked Gresh yet, but he wanted to. He understood Gresh’s hesitancy. The man had been hurt, and when he finally allowed Lane to take him, he’d be patient and loving, giving so much more than taking.
“Hey Lane, you back on the line?” Riley’s voice broke through Lane’s lust filled musings.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“I think it’s time for Erick to move to your place.”
“Is he trying to make the moves on Connor?” Lane asked.
“No, he needs the safety of people surrounding him, and I can’t spend every night with him. If Connor were to sleep over here, it wouldn’t be good.”
“Huh, well we’re building the new bunk house then we’ll remodel the current one. We have the space. He’s welcome to come out here. Of course we’ll put him to work, give him something to occupy his mind and wear out his body.”
“That’s good, but his physical abilities are limited. He’s still has some vertigo and other balance issues, and his strength hasn’t really returned. Actually it’s a waste for you to hire him, but I really appreciate the favor.”
“Hey, what are friends for?”
“I’m glad to hear you call us friends after the way I chased you. You could hold a grudge, or Gresh could be a real dick about it.”
“Yeah, well I’m irresistible, what can I say?”
Lane yelped as Gresh spun him around and pulled him into a crushing kiss. The phone started to slide from his hand and he fumbled for it. Gresh grabbed on to the phone, keeping it from hitting the ground. He didn’t let up on the kiss, his body pressing into Lane’s.
There was noise on the other end of the line, but Lane couldn’t hear what Riley was saying. Gresh ended the kiss and allowed Lane to have the phone back. Lane pretended to be annoyed but he loved the attention. Gresh popped him on the ass with his shirt and Lane jumped, laughing while he put the phone to his ear.
“Sorry Riley, Gresh went all caveman on me.”
Riley chuckled and his laughter sent a thrill through Lane. They were friends now and hung out as often as they could, but there were times Lane felt the old attraction pulling at him, making him want things from Riley he swore he’d never want from the man.
“Yeah, well, I’ll bring Erick by today.” Riley cleared his throat, “I think this will be a good opportunity for him to gain some perspective.”
“Come by for dinner soon.”
“I’ll see what I can arrange.”
Lane was a little disappointed Riley didn’t set a date, but Connor wasn’t around and they usually didn’t get together unless it was the four of them. He said bye and hung up before spinning around to find his partner. “Gresham Miller, you are trying my patience.”
“Good, you need something tried.”
“Hey, Erick is coming to live here today.”
“About time.”
“You think the guys are ready to deal with his issues?” Lane asked.
“Yeah, we’ve talked to them about it. I think everyone will be fine with him living in the bunkhouse. We’ll probably have to watch Jake, but otherwise I think everything will be great.”
Lane worried about Jake, too. He had attitude issues that had gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion. Last year Jake had started a fight, landing him in the hospital, which started the mess between Lane and Riley, almost ending in Gresh killing the good doctor. Well not really killing the guy, but they did go at each other’s throats on one occasion. Lane’s pleading had been the only thing to keep the two of them from ripping each other apart.
Lane followed Gresh into the shower, pinning his man against the wall and telling him to stay before dropping to his knees. He glanced up at Gresh and returned the devilish smile before sucking Gresh’s cock into his mouth and closing his eyes, loving the feel of the silken rod on his tongue.


Loveless3173 said...

Got it! <3

So excited to read! \o/

Sara York said...

Thank you so much. Hope you enjoy!