For Ruby’s Love
Published by: Decadent Publishing
Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, LGBT/gay, western, ménage
Heat Level: 5
Word Count: 33,000
“Can I just say MEN?”
It’s not that Ruby Tuesday McMurtry doesn’t like men, but sometimes…. Sometimes they can drive a woman nuts. One man in particular is on her bad list: Calhoun Cordell. The big, stubborn rancher is enough to make her want to scream, kick his sweet ass, and, okay, have him kiss her again.
Then there’s his “friend,” his lover: Daniel Patterson, aka a seriously handsome businessman. He’s got not only good looks, but also a good shoulder for a woman to cry on. The problem with him is that while she knows he’s gay, she desires him.
“Can I just say WOMEN?”
If there ever was a more troublesome, independent female than Ruby, Calhoun she didn’t know one. She shows up expecting him to let her work with his traumatized prized breeding mare. Not happening. First, she’s a woman. Second, she’s too damn small. Third, she’s a woman!
He’s known a lot of women, but never once has Daniel been sexually drawn to one. Until Ruby. He can’t figure out what about the spirited cowgirl gets to him. She just does. He’s even willing to end his virginal days with women, but he’s not willing to lose Cal because of his lusty feelings.
Rancher Calhoun Cordell and businessman Daniel Patterson have struggled for almost two years as a couple, with careers and goals often in conflict. A tragic fire, leading to a traumatized valuable breeding mare, has Calhoun sending for a well-known horse whisperer. Except the man is dead. His daughter, Ruby McMurtry, shows up for the job instead and complicates their lives even more.
He pulled open the over-sized front door and gaped at the bit of a woman shivering on the porch. She appeared a foot shorter than him and a good sixty or more pounds lighter. What hit him most were her eyes—an odd dark green, like jade or something. Her eyes narrowed as he looked her over.
Finally, she stretched to her full minimal height and bristled at him. “When you’re done checking me out, do you think you could let me inside? It’s colder than cold out here.”
Daniel stepped beside him and intervened. “Let the lady in, Cal.” He looked around her and asked, “Where’s your car? Assuming you drove here.”
She slid between them into the tiled foyer before turning back. “No car. And I didn’t drive here, at least not exactly.” Her teeth chattered.
Calhoun closed the door against the sharp winter breeze and watched her pull off a battered pink Stetson, unveiling chin-length strawberry-blonde hair. “What does ‘not exactly’ mean?” He added, “Who are you, anyway?”
She worried her trembling lower lip and glanced from him to Daniel and back. She pulled off a glove and stuck out her hand. “Ruby McMurtry.”
Instead of taking her hand, he puffed up in annoyance. “You’re late! Where’s your father?”
She started to lower her hand, glowering at him. But he noticed something besides anger in the depths of those enchanting eyes. He couldn’t get a handle on the emotion.
While he tried to calm down, wishing he hadn’t jumped on her, Daniel reached out and shook her very red-looking hand.
“You feel like ice,” he said in concern. He took a second to scowl at him.
As she blinked at her hand sandwiched between Daniel’s, her already pink-chilled cheeks turned pinker. “I should’ve worn my thicker gloves,” she muttered in clear discomfort. When she managed to slip free, she glared at him.
A twinge of guilt about his rude behavior passed through him, but his anger came out first as he repeated himself. “Where’s your father? I have a serious bone to pick with him.”
Those eyes that still captivated him welled up with tears. His gut tightened.
Her lower lip wobbled and she sputtered, “He…he…he’s dead.”
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