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Cowboys Don’t Come Out
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Rand McIntyre settles for good enough. He loves his small California ranch, raising horses, and teaching riding to the kids he adores—but having kids of his own and someone to love means coming out, and that would jeopardize everything he’s built. Then, despite his terror of flying, he goes on a holiday to Hana, Hawaii with his parents and meets the dark and mysterious Kai Kealoha, a genuine Hawaiian cowboy. Rand takes to Kai’s kid brother and sister as much as he drools over Kai, but the guy sports more prickles than a horned toad, and more secrets than the exotic land he comes from.
Kai’s earned his privacy and lives to protect his “kids.” He ought to stay away from the big, handsome cowboy for everyone’s sake—but since the guy’s just a haole on a short vacation, how much damage can he do? When all of Kai’s worst fears and Rand’s darkest nightmares come true at once, there’s not much chance for two cowboys who can’t—or won’t—come out.
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Excerpts

 

He stopped
and tried to hear over the rushing of the surf out beyond the reef if anyone
else hid in the dark. No sounds. Fortunately, no big water hit this beach, so
he didn’t have to worry about getting swamped. Actually, between the lapping
waves and the brilliant moonlight, the scene resembled some fairy-tale romance.
Fuck that.
Right where
the dry sand verged on the wet, he flopped on his butt. What she’d said—that he
settled for a good-enough life. That he wasn’t happy. Don’t I get to decide that?
He leaned
back on his elbows. Yeah, but she’s
right. I created a whole life—as if I was somebody else. Most people find “the
one” and build a future so it suits them both. I imagined a cowboy and slid
into his boots—Rand McIntyre. Say that with a drawl, son. Just one problem. I’m
gay—always have been—and cowboys don’t come out. Where does that leave me?
A-fucking-lone, pardner. Always will be.
You’re not the only gay cowboy.
Have you seen Brokeback
Mountain? Shit.
Phosphorescence
sparkled on the tops of the waves farther out. Pretty. Guess there could be all kinds of weird man-eating shit in that water.
Do you think more sharks and barracudas swim at night than during
the day?
Yeah, right.
He sprang up,
stripped his Hawaiian shirt off and tossed it on the sand, then pulled off the
shorts his mom had given him. Commando. What would it feel like to have fishes
nibbling at his balls? Not like anybody else was doing any nibbling. He strode
into the water. Whoa! Not cold, just
startling.
When he waded
out past his thighs, his penis and balls started to float. He chuckled. Kind of
like being a kid in the bathtub. Endless hours of fun playing with your own
built-in toys. A few more steps, and he submerged to his shoulders. He gave a
tiny shiver. Weird being sunk in inky blackness. Still, the water felt good. He
kicked off and swam a few yards out, turned, and stroked back towards shore. He
wasn’t a good enough swimmer to push his luck alone at night.

 

After
treading water a couple of minutes, he pulled himself back into the shallows
and sat on the hard wet beach. He glanced down. Some shrinkage, but his balls
still lay on the sand. Remember to rinse
them off or you’ll itch.
Slowly he released his breath. What was he going
to do? Answer? Same as always. Nothing. He couldn’t risk all the great shit
he’d made to try to make it better.

 

 

Inside,
twilight dim. The room smelled warm and spicy. Funny, he hadn’t put that scent
together with Rand—but it was his, through and through. Nobody here. “Hello?”
“Looking for
me?” Rand walked out of the bathroom wearing a heart-stopping, breath-robbing
towel around his hips—uh, except for the slice of bare groin revealed because
the towel stood out in front like a banyan tree canopy. That cotton tent had to
be a lot more comfortable than the tight denim smothering Kai’s rising cock.
Too much air
flowed out with Kai’s words and made him sound like he’d just run a
half-marathon. “I was hoping that message about your nap might be intended for
me.”
“Yep.”
“So what did
you have in mind, cowboy?” Man, his heart throbbed in his dick. It ought to be
dancing the salsa.
“Some riding
lessons.”
“You’re the
teacher.”
“Nah, I’m the
quarter horse.”
Heart—stopped. “You want to
bottom?”
“Yep.”
“Holy hell.”
Rand stared
at Kai’s jeans and grinned. “You like that idea?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Good.
Condoms and lube are on the bed. My ass, I mean stallion, is at your service.”
Kai staggered
to the footstool in front of the corner chair, collapsed into it, and started
yanking at his boots. Rand walked over slow and easy-like. “Take your hat,
cowboy, or you want to fuck with it on?”
Fuck? Oh
shit, how long since he’d been with a man? A person? His cock steamed and
bobbed.

 

Rand grabbed
Kai’s Stetson and tossed it onto the coffee table, then took hold of Kai’s
other boot. The combination of two boots half-off flipped Kai onto his back on
the chair like a giant turtle. Rand hauled off the one boot, then grabbed the other
and pulled it too, sent both flying, then yanked on Kai’s jeans. “So much
trouble getting riders properly dressed.”

 

 

About the Author

 

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

 

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