Midnight Rodeo, #4
by Julia Talbot
Date of
Publication: November 1st
2016
Publisher: All
Romance eBooks
Cover Artist: Erin
Dameron Hill
Genre: Gay,
Paranormal, Romance
Love
is possible when the spirits move you.
BLURB
Skinwalker Raven Walkingman is the number one
cowboy, at the top of his game at the Darque and Knight rodeo. He has his
animal spirit guides, good friends, and a fancy trailer. Raven prefers casual
relationships, so when Rocket starts talking about mating as shifters do, Raven
pulls up the stakes. He doesn't need to fall for a ragtag cheetah.
Cat shifter Rocket is fast, but he only has
so many lives left, and he spends more time injured than not. He’s the worst
rider at Darque and Knight. Raven’s spirit guides adore him, though, and are
more than happy to support him in his work and pursuit of Raven.
Raven and Rocket seem like an unlikely match,
and sometimes it takes an otherworldly guide to make it right.
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Watching Rocket run on the little
track at the now-defunct high school turned rodeo complex in… Crap. Kansas?
Nebraska? Somewhere with corn. Watching that gave Raven a hell of an itch to
scratch.
The little bastard was fast—no. Not
fast. Breathtaking.
That speed glued Raven’s tongue to the
roof of his mouth, and he wasn’t used to such an intense interest in a
particular man.
Raven just needed to fuck Rocket into
the mattress a few times. That would jostle this obsession out of him, get him
back into his love-them-and-leave-them ways.
His dick told him he could do that
right now, thanks.
Raven stared, fascinated by the way
Rocket’s muscles moved, shifted, and rolled beneath the golden skin. He wanted
to lick that flesh, wanted to rub against it. All of the spirits clamoring in
his head agreed.
Rocket slowed, beginning to move
alongside Blaine, the little bullfighter matching Rocket’s speed. The two of
them were a pretty picture, and Raven gave up any pretense of working out,
stopping to stare.
Denver chuckled softly, surprising
him. “They can move, huh? All that work and they still want to run afterward. I
just want a fucking beer.”
“No shit.” Raven did like Denver. A
lot. “Pretty, though.”
“Both of them. You gonna play some?”
“Well, not with your Blaine.” He
winked when Denver growled. “But yeah. I am.”
“Never heard anyone complain, honey.”
Denver winked. “Of course, you and I never did get around to trying each other
out.”
“And now you’re all taken.” He shook
his head in mock sorrow. Denny and him, they would have ended up bruised and
bloody and only done it once. Might have been worth it, though.
Denver’s smile was slow and wicked.
“Pity for you, King Raven. I’d have made you beg for more.”
Blaine began to head over, the little
wolf sensitive as all fuck. He could probably sense the vibrations of Denver’s
cock or something. God knew the hot bastard was tossing off pheromones left and
right.
“Mmm. No one has ever made me beg,
Green.” He loved the kitty cavalcade nickname for Denver.
“No?” Denver grabbed him, squeezed him
tight, and the embrace was fond and warm, only the slightest bit sexual. “Have
fun tonight, man. Don’t break him. I sorta think Blaine’s fond.”
“I’ll only give him what he wants. I
don’t do force.” Raven hugged back, smelling wolf scent and pot smoke and a
deep sense of happiness in Denn.
So much more present than Dent had
been.
The thought of the fallen bullfighter
brought his wolf spirit to full focus, though, the need to comfort Denny
instinctual. Losing a twin had to be like getting part of your soul torn out.
Denny looked at him, eyes knowing for
a moment and the sudden wave of loss nearly knocked him off his feet, then
Blaine touched Denver’s arm and it eased back to something reasonable,
something bearable.
Raven released Denver, who turned and
snagged Blaine, their strong bodies rubbing in the best way possible. “You done
running with the cheetah, baby?” Denver asked.
“I am. Did you see him? He can’t
maintain it long, but… shit, he doesn’t have to.”
“He’s quick,” Raven agreed. “Better
runner than a bullrider, for sure.”
“Oh, shit. Rocket’s the world’s
shittiest bullrider. Him and Ben Ursa should form a club.” Denver had more than
a little evil in him.
Blaine chuckled. “Ben is good with
horses. Rocket needs to find something to do with his running.”
“Yeah. Yeah, he does. Later.” Denny
shot Blaine a look that was pure need. “Later.”
“Uh-huh.”
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Author Info
Julia Talbot lives in the great Southwest,
where there is hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat
and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia has been published
by Samhain Publishing, Dreamspinner Press, All Romance eBooks and Changeling Press.
She believes in stories that leave a mark, and that everyone deserves a happy
ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls
love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her
crazy paranormal characters are involved. Find Julia at @juliatalbot on
Twitter.
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