It’s HERE!!! Release Day!!! YAY 😀
Today my first Cowboy story is out! I know, I’ve been talking about this one for a bit but I’m pretty excited, have been ever since I was asked to write for the anthology. You see my story is coming out in an anthology but it will also be available on its own! Very exciting.
So without further ado, I’ll give you the cover and the official blurb.
Eric is an orthopedic surgeon volunteering his time with the Justin Sports Medicine program, traveling the rodeo circuit two months out of the year. Underneath it all, though, he’s a cowboy at heart and not just because he was born and raised in Texas. He’s a cowboy at heart because Ben Greene, champion Saddle Bronc rider, owns his heart.
They haven’t put words to what they’re doing, even though they’ve been together for almost a year. But when Ben is bucked off during a ride, resulting in a season-ending injury, both these cowboys might have to finally acknowledge what they have and what they mean to each other.
You can buy it separately Here
Or as part of the Fever Anthology
And for being so wonderful here’s a little excerpt:
Eric stood watching the monitors, arms crossed, forehead furrowed in a frown as he watched the Saddle Bronc event play out on the TV screen in the trailer. This was his fifth year with the Justin Sports Medicine team. He was lucky enough to work for a practice that encouraged philanthropic work and the owner was a huge rodeo fan. So Eric got to spend two months out of the year traveling with the rodeo and treating injured cowboys. His run always ended at the Silver Spurs Rodeo in Kissimmee, Florida, where he called home. It was the most enjoyable two months of his year.
His heart sped up as they announced the next rider. Ben Greene. The chattering around him seemed to fade away as he watched the cowboy mounting up in the chute. Not just the cowboy anymore, Ben was his cowboy now, had been for almost a year. Ben gave the nod and burst out of the chute, hanging on to the bucking bronco with all his might. Eric whooped out loud when the buzzer sounded and Ben loosened his hold on the rope. He watched as the pickup men rode up beside Ben and helped him get off the bucking horse safely.
Within seconds it was clear the ride had not gone as well as it looked. Ben was holding on to his shoulder and it was all Eric could do to keep from running out to the ring. Eric ran his hand through his dark hair in frustration. They would bring Ben to him; all he could do was wait and watch the screen, his heart in his throat.
He didn’t have to wait long. The commotion outside of the room was enough to tell him that Ben was on his way in.
“I don’t need to see the Doc, my arm’s fine.”
Eric had to repress a chuckle; that was his Ben, the absolute worst patient ever. He looked up as Ben walked in the room and did his best to put on a stern frown. At least Ben had the sense to look sheepish, his blue eyes focused on anything but Eric.
“So, cowboy, wrenched your shoulder again?”
“Just tweaked it some.”
Eyeing Ben’s shoulder, Eric walked around before coming to a stop in front of him. He took advantage of his height and glared down at Ben. “You know the drill; gonna need you to take that shirt off.”
Crossing his arms, his best ‘I’m the doctor you must do what I say’ look on his face, Eric just arched an eyebrow at Ben and waited. With a roll of his eyes, Ben huffed in exasperation and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Have a great week, see y’all on Friday for our last stop in Italy: Venice.