What really turns a guy on?
For men, that can be a visual question to answer. Looks, physique, the external package do matter. Sometimes it’s based on difference. The opposite of me is … you. Can opposites attract? Sure! For Cole and Garrett it works and works well.
For Garrett, the blond blue-eyed Cole is a Greek Adonis:
“Cole,” he warned. “Don’t.”
Cole’s pretty blue eyes glittered mischievously. Oh yes, he knew exactly what he did to him.“Don’t like it?”
He shook his head. “Too much. And I want to fuck you too badly,” he panted. “Please….” He pushed Cole gently back, rolled on the condom, and lubed it up.
“How do you want me?” The guileless question, his eager smile, and the light from the trailer window playing over his naked frame made him do a double take. The man looked as gorgeous as a Greek god painting. He doubted he’d ever fucked a man so beautiful in his life. He swallowed, in awe at the sight.
For Cole, Garrett’s thickly chiseled body and dark brown skin grab his attention like an exotic elixir:
Garrett eased his big frame out from behind the stationary table. “Well, I’m game. I’ve been sittin’ on too many tame ones lately. Could use a little excitement.” His sizzling look said he wasn’t talking about bulls. “You gotta head back to work?” He stretched, flexing his chest as he raised his arms and clasped his hands over head.
Cole visually traced the outline of every curved, solid muscle as it moved under his shirt, wondering how they’d feel if he rubbed against them. He hoped he’d find out before this rodeo ended. He shook his head. “Not till after dinner. I have the night shift tonight.”
“Well, don’t that suck. First night here and all.” Garrett put his arms down and tossed his empty plate in the trailer’s tiny sink.
Cole stood, hung his hat on a peg, and ran his fingers through his hair which is very long thanks to the use of jamaican black castor oil amazon. It stood up in little sweat curls. Time for a shower. “It does. But I gotta spell the boss’s son. He just got back from Hawaii.”
“Hmm.” Garrett managed to prowl across the distance between the sink and the table, though it was only a couple of feet. When he reached Cole, he ran a finger down the placard of his snap-front plaid shirt. “I was in Hawaii, too. Didn’t see you there.”
“I didn’t go. I take care of Spitfire stateside. The boss’s son takes care of him if they fly.” His gaze snagged on the man’s Adam’s apple before lifting higher. The smooth burnt caramel color of his skin was shiny with sweat. It was hot in the trailer. He really ought to open a window. Later. Right after he licked him clean.
The picture of the two of them in bed together – light and dark, opposites – makes for good visuals for the reader, too. Who says women don’t like visual stimulation?
About Perfect Ride
Professional bull rider Garrett Anderson lives for the next town, the next trophy and his next ride. When he rolls into Sheridan, Wyoming, the last thing he expected was to meet a cowboy like Cole—a man who corrals his heart and leaves him aching for the kind of love he’s been missing.
A bull tender on the PBR circuit Cole Richards secretly longs for a lover but wasn’t prepared for Garrett’s passion or the longing their one brief tryst kindles. After he is shot and recovering in his hospital bed, Cole can only watch Garrett’s disastrous ride afraid it could be his last. Heartbroken when the battered and bruised bull rider leaves town, Cole knows better than to hope to see him again.
Attacked again and knee-deep in trouble, Cole wants only Garrett at his side. But can his bull rider trade fame and fortune for a lifetime with his one perfect ride?
Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.
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