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COWBOY CONVENIENCE
Blaecleah Brothers 6
Available May 28th
Seamus
Blaecleah enjoyed one explosive kiss with Sheriff John Riley and then the man
refused to talk with him. Devastated, Seamus decides to leave the family ranch
and find somewhere that the memories of the man he loves don’t plague his every
waking moment.
Yancy Butler
is overjoyed when the sexiest Blaecleah brother shows up on his doorstep,
looking for a new life. He had given up hope of having anything with the man
when he learned that Seamus loved another. Now, Yancy is determined that he will
be the man in Seamus’s heart.
Sheriff John
Riley will do anything to protect the man he loves, even let Seamus believe he
wants nothing to do with him. But if he can discover who is threatening him and
all those he cares about, he can bring Seamus home.
When betrayal
comes at the hand of someone close to them, Yancy, Seamus, and John have to
learn to put their differences aside and work together if they want to stay
alive. But in doing so, will they learn to accept each other or will their
relationship just be one of convenience?
STORY
EXCERPT
Seamus Blaecleah's heart beat a little faster as he
watched Sheriff John Riley's truck pull to a stop in the driveway. He didn't
know why the sheriff was there but Seamus was pretty sure it wasn't to see
him.
Sheriff Riley had been avoiding Seamus for the last few
of weeks, ever since they had kissed. The man
almost went out of his way to stay clear of Seamus. Something about that made
Seamus's heart ache just a little. Another part of him said it was for the best.
Wanting the handsome sheriff would only bring him
grief.
Seamus wiped his hands on a kitchen towel, tossed the
towel on the counter, and then walked to the front door. The sheriff was just
climbing out of his police vehicle when Seamus opened the door and walked out
onto the porch.
"Afternoon, Sheriff."
"Seamus." The sheriff glanced around. "Are your folks
around?"
"Sorry, Sheriff, they went into town a couple of hours
ago. I don't expect them home until later tonight. Is there something I can help
you with?"
"What about Rourke and Billy? Are they
around?"
"No.” Seamus frowned. “What's this all about,
sheriff?"
"I have some news for them on Ira
Thornton."
Seamus cringed at the mere
mention of Ira Thornton's name. The man was bad news and had been for years. Ira
was currently sitting in a prison cell after being found guilty on two counts of
attempted murder, one count of assault, and one count of kidnapping. Seamus
thought more charges should have been placed against the man everyone had
thought was Billy’s father, but that’s all the evidence the sheriff had been
able to get on the man.
"What news, Sheriff?"
"Ira Thornton and another
inmate escaped custody while being transferred to another facility. They knocked
the guard out and took his car. He hasn't been spotted in the area but I still
thought it best to come out here and warn you all."
Seamus felt the blood drain from his face. "How in the
hell did that happen?"
"Ira reported sick to the infirmary. Whatever was wrong
with him was enough for the prison doctor to send Ira to the hospital, along
with another sick inmate. They escaped while in route."
This was not good, not good at all. Seamus had no doubt
that Ira would come right back to Cade Creek and try to make good on the threats
he had leveled against the entire Blaecleah family. The guy had said that the
Blaecleah family would pay. Seamus feared the guy would keep his word.
"I appreciate you coming to warn us, Sheriff. I'll make
sure Ma and Da and everyone else gets the word."
The sheriff gripped the brim of his hat and gave Seamus
a curt nod. "You do that."
Seamus almost whimpered when the sheriff turned and
started back for his truck. He didn't want the man to leave, especially knowing
that this might be the last time he saw John in a long time.
"Can I offer you a cup of coffee,
Sheriff?"
"Thank you anyway, Seamus." Short curly blond hair
brushed across the Sheriff's bearded cheeks as he shook his head. "I need to be
getting back to the office. No telling what might happen if I'm gone too
long."
There was nothing Seamus could say to that. If the
sheriff didn't want to stick around, Seamus couldn't force him. Seamus gave the
sheriff a smile he didn't really feel and watched the man climb back into his
vehicle.
With the swiftness that the sheriff turned his truck
around and peeled out of the driveway, Seamus would have thought the guy was
trying to escape from a plague outbreak or something.
Seamus watched until the sheriff's vehicle disappeared
then walked back inside the house. He was really getting tired of feeling like
he had some sort of disease whenever he was around the
sheriff.
It was a kiss, one simple passionate, earth shattering
kiss—partly spurred on by fear and adrenaline after the sheriff's car had blown
up and partly due to the incredible attraction Seamus had for the handsome
sheriff.
He'd been lusting after the man since the sheriff took
over the job from the former
sheriff. Seamus just never did anything about it until the day John came
to help them when Ruben's mother tried to kill them all.
She had wanted custody of Ruben's daughter, Alani, so
that she could gain the infant's inheritance. When threats and intimidation
hadn't worked, she had tried to kill them. Elijah, Ruben's lover, had been shot,
the sheriff's car blown up, and the rest of them had been in fear for their
lives.
Seamus had discovered that kissing the sheriff was just
as good as looking at him. The man had rocked Seamus's world and then shattered
it when he said they needed to talk and then walked away and never came back.
Seamus would have left it alone and chalked it up to too
much adrenaline if the sheriff hadn't started avoiding him immediately
afterward. So the sheriff wasn't really interested. So what? It had been an
honest mistake. That didn't mean the sheriff had to treat Seamus like he had a
communicable disease.
Seamus sighed and pushed a frustrated hand through his
hair. He supposed it didn't matter anyway. He'd be leaving soon and he would
only see the sheriff when he came home for the holidays.
He had thought long and hard about his decision to leave
the family farm. It was a hard one. He was born here, right upstairs in his Ma
and Da's bedroom. All of his brothers except Lachlan, the oldest, had been born
here. Lachlan was born in Ireland before Ma and Da came across the
sea.
This was Seamus’s home, his family.
Even after his brothers found their lovers and got
married, they all stayed living in their own houses on the ranch. Everyone was
staying except Seamus. He needed something more in his life, something he
couldn't find here on the ranch or in the town of Cade Creek, which was really
too bad. He would have given serious consideration to giving his dream up if the
sheriff had been interested. He wasn't and Seamus was
leaving.
He just had to tell his family.
ADULT
EXCERPT
When he had first met
Seamus, Yancy had been ready for a simple fling. That was no longer true. After
spending the last several days getting to know the guy, Yancy wanted more. He
wanted the whole dream, or at least the one he had been fantasizing
about.
Seamus started to smile
again. “Turn around and let me wash your back.”
Yancy turned around and
rested his forehead against the shower wall. He bit his lip to keep from
groaning when he felt Seamus’s hands start to move over his back. The hesitancy
in Seamus’s touch was just as sensual as the man.
When Seamus turned him around and started washing his
chest, it was all Yancy could do not to drop to his knees and beg the man for
more. Seamus’s lush lower lip was caught between his teeth as if the man was
nervous but intent on what he was doing.
Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to have those lips wrapped
around his cock.
“All you had to do was
ask.” Seamus chuckled as he dropped to his knees.
Holy shit!
Had he said that out
loud?
Yancy tried to keep his breathe steady as he worked his
way through the implications of Seamus’s words. His heart went wild, and blood
rushed hot through his veins when he felt Seamus’s wet
tongue lick his pelvic bone. A groan rose up in Yancy’s throat as arousal
caught him in a vicious grip and shook him hard.
“Seamus, please,” Yancy
pleaded as he humped his hips toward Seamus, an anxious whine falling from his
lips. He gritted his teeth when Seamus just chuckled at him.
A moment later Yancy’s
needy cry echoed through the shower stall as the man’s lips wrapped around his
hard cock. He had never felt anything so fantastic
in his life. He could feel every movement, every lick, every sweet caress.
Yancy could almost
feel the very air around him moving over his sensitive skin.
He felt flushed, hot, and needy. Fire
raced through Yancy’s body, melting him from the inside out. He didn’t know what Seamus would
to do next and it drove him crazy. His heartbeat throbbed in his ears as he
waited for Seamus’s next move. He just wished the man would hurry the hell up.
Yancy was about to go out
of his ever-loving mind.
He groaned and started panting when
something brushed against his balls. He spread his legs, giving Seamus more
access. He loved having his balls played with, sucked on, tugged, anything.
His body shook. Red hot need rushed through his body
like a tidal wave and crashed together in his cock when Seamus
suddenly deep-throated him. Yancy growled as he felt the
tip of his cock hit the back of the man’s throat. Using his hand to push his
hair back, Yancy watched Seamus as the man moved his head back up and down his
cock.
It was an alluring sight,
one he hoped to see again and again—for the rest of his
life.
“Fuck, Seamus,” Yancy shouted, “don’t
stop.”
Yancy’s body stiffened as Seamus’s mouth sank even
further down on his cock. Seamus swallowed it until Yancy felt the man’s nose
brush against his short, curly hairs right before Seamus began to move his mouth
along Yancy’s hard length.
“Oh, fuck,” Yancy whimpered as the man’s slight hum sent
small vibrations through his cock. He tangled his hands in Seamus’s hair,
holding him in place as he fucked the world’s most perfect
mouth.
He could feel his balls drawing up close to his body. He
knew he was on the edge of an intense orgasm. Yancy
couldn’t believe the hotness he felt, the exquisite pleasure. It just
kept going higher and higher.
“Oh,
Seamus, gonna…” Yancy cried out as a heavy pressure built in his balls. It moved
up to the base of his cock then erupted out the top as Yancy found his release.
Yancy shouted as he came, flooding Seamus’s mouth and
throat with hot, salty liquid. Seamus sucked down every last drop until Yancy melted
into the shower stall.
When Seamus lifted his head, Yancy stared down at him a
little dazzled, uncertain what to think or even how to think. Yancy’s fingers
trembled as reached down and trailed them over the side of Seamus’s
face.
“Thank
you.”
Seamus’s face flushed
bright red. “You’re welcome.”
“Can I return the favor?”
Yancy was confused by the sudden embarrassment that he could see in Seamus’s
green eyes right before the man dropped them to look at the floor.
“Seamus?”
“I kind of…um…well, when
you…I…”
Yancy suddenly read through Seamus’s stuttered words and
he felt like shouting to the rooftops. He could
feel small pants of Seamus’s breath tickling his cheek. The man’s breath was
coming out raggedly, softly, nervously.
He pulled Seamus to his feet then tugged at his neck
until their lips were only an inch apart, and then claimed
his lips in a magnificent kiss filled with passion and desire and a
need so great that it burned Yancy to his very core.
Yancy moaned, his body tightened involuntarily, every
bone and muscle in him reaching for more of Seamus’s sweet taste, the hot draw
of his lips. He pushed between Seamus’s lips with
his tongue, wanting entrance.
Seamus’s deep needy groan as the man melted in his arms
was all Yancy needed to make this moment perfect. Seamus
tentatively reached out and grabbed Yancy’s arms, gripping them tightly as he
returned the kiss was a passion that made Yancy ache all over
again.
When Yancy finally lifted
his head, his heart skidded to a halt and then began to pound erratically when
he saw Seamus peering intently up at him, his pupils dark pools, mesmerizing and
endless.
“Are you
okay?”
Seamus’s face flushed again
but he nodded. “I’m fine.”
“Is that invitation to
breakfast still open?”
“Yeah.”
Yancy cupped Seamus's chin in his hand, tilting his head
so that their eyes met. “Have I ever told you how sexy you
are?”
“Once or twice.”
“Then let me say it again. You, Seamus Blaecleah, are
one of the sexiest men I have ever laid eyes on.”
Awesome book!
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