Crooked Tree Ranch
Montana
Series #1
By
R.J. Scott
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: November 16, 2015
When a cowboy meets
the guy from the city, he can't know how much things will change.
On the spur
of the moment, with his life collapsing around him, Jay Sullivan answers an ad
for a business manager with an expertise in marketing, on a dude ranch in
Montana. With his sister, Ashley, niece, Kirsten and nephew, Josh, in tow, he
moves lock stock and barrel from New York to Montana to start a new life on
Crooked Tree Ranch.
Foreman and
part owner of the ranch, ex rodeo star Nathaniel 'Nate' Todd has been running
the dude ranch, for five years ever since his mentor Marcus Allen became ill. His
brothers convince him that he needs to get an expert in to help the business
grow. He knows things have to change and but when the new guy turns up, with a
troubled family in tow - he just isn't prepared for how much.
"... This is a
beautiful love story between two men, each with secrets they are afraid to
reveal. ..."
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At one point, when
he was trying not to stare at the dancing, he spotted Liam across the room and
they exchanged heated looks. Nate recalled the young guy bending over for him
the last time he was here. Maybe he could get some more of that tonight. Maybe
fucking Liam into the mattress would stop the irritating thought that he wanted
to fuck Jay instead. Or that he wanted Jay to do the same thing to him.
Jeez.
Jay made it through
three tracks of music, and when he made no sign of moving from his place
alongside two men, Nate had to make a move. He sucked it up and joined the
fray.
Nate was
immediately swallowed into the crowd and instinctively began moving to the beat
of the song as he walked closer. When he finally made it to Jay’s side, he
patted him on the shoulder. Jay spun on his heel and Nate held out a hand to
steady him.
“Cowboy!” Jay
shouted over the music.
In a sinuous
movement, Jay gripped one of Nate’s shoulders and shuffled closer so that very
little separated them. The two men dancing with Jay drifted off to face other
dancers, and suddenly it seemed like it was just Nate and Jay swaying to the
music.
“You need to be
careful!” Nate shouted close to his ear.
“Why?” Jay shouted
back.
His breath smelled
of beer and his body scent was a mix of the infuriating aftershave mingled with
sweat and dust. Suddenly Jay became a four-course meal and Nate was very
hungry.
“Keep your eyes
open,” Nate warned.
As if to make that
comment mean nothing, Jay deliberately closed his eyes and moved to the beat of
the music. Somewhere along the line, Jay had lost his bottle of beer, or
finished it, or whatever. He had both hands free, and he used them to steady
himself by gripping hard to Nate’s shoulders. He had closed his eyes and was
mouthing the words along with the song. Was he aware it was Nate holding him?
He’d said “cowboy,” they’d spoken, but there were a lot of cowboys mixed in
with the bikers and the other varied clientele.
“Open your eyes,
Jay,” Nate shouted over the music.
Jay did as Nate had
asked, and Nate was suddenly seeing brown eyes glazed with emotion. Then Jay
smiled and closed his eyes again.
Instinctively Nate
steadied Jay and that meant his hands rested on Jay’s hips. The feel of the man
beneath his touch was intoxicating and Nate held hard. Jay fit into his arms
perfectly: a little shorter, a little slimmer, just the right height, and his lips,
damp with sweat or beer—Nate didn’t know—were what he zeroed in on. Jay swayed
with the music. The move took them closer and fuck, Jay was hard. Nate gave in
to the temptation and pressed them closer still until he was sure Jay could
feel how hard he was as well.
All thoughts of
impropriety or fears of rejection flew out the window. Nate was lost in the
smile of pleasure that curved Jay’s damp lips. What would he taste like? Would
Jay return the kiss? Would Jay push him away? How could he risk this? He eased
his hold on Jay’s hips and slouched a little so that their groins
aligned—suddenly they were frotting firmly and rhythmically to some Eminem mix.
There was no way he could stop himself.
“Can I kiss you?”
Nate said into Jay’s ear.
Jay smiled at him,
but it wasn’t clear that he’d heard what Nate said. Hell, he should kiss Jay
and stop all this delay in taking what he really wanted. Someone jostled him
from behind and the movement threw him off his spiral of the pros and cons of
denial. When the person who jostled them attempted to insinuate themselves
between Nate and Jay, abruptly everything was clear.
“Fuck off,” Nate
shouted clearly to the interloper, and in a quick move, he got his first taste
of the sexy city boy. The press of his lips against Jay’s was intoxicating, and
they kissed and swayed to the beat of the music. Their hard cocks pressed
together and—finally—the kiss deepened. Jay let him in and Nate took every
advantage. Fuck the fact Jay worked for the ranch, fuck that they had
absolutely zero in common, forget that Jay had a degree and a life that would
take him far away from Nate’s world sometime soon.
RJ Scott has been writing since age six when she was made to stay in at lunchtime for an infraction involving cookies and was told to write a story. Two sides of A4 about a trapped princess later, a lover of writing was born. She reads anything from thrillers to sci-fi to horror; however, her first real love will always be the world of romance. From billionaires, bodyguards and cowboys to SEALs, throwaways and veterinarians, she writes passionate stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and more than a hint of happily ever after.
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