Sunday, March 8, 2015

'City Slicker at the Horny Goat Ranch' by Daisy Harris


Blurb:

Keith Kelley doesn’t normally take kindly to strangers, but his flashy new neighbor has long legs, lips made for kissing and might prove too much temptation for a boy hiding his sexuality in rural Idaho. Unfortunately, between working his mom’s goat ranch and land disputes with his wealthy father, Keith has enough problems. He doesn’t need the best sex of his life threatening to expose his precarious secrets.

Real estate developer Max Levin vows to turn the one-stoplight town of Pookataw Valley into a quaint vacation destination…and then leave before the dust clears. Given his next assignment starts in five months, Max shouldn’t start loving the quaint little town—the ranchland, the mountains, even the goats. If only Max could stop thinking about his sexy neighbor and the time they shared in the front seat of Keith’s truck. Because he especially shouldn’t fall in love with a guy who can’t openly love him back.

In a town the size of Pookataw Valley, nothing stays secret for long. If Keith wants to hold onto his birthright, he’ll have to fight for his land and his pride. Most of all, he’ll have to fight for Max before he slips through Keith’s fingers.

Warning: contains angry parents, horny ranchers and snarky city boys just asking to be hogtied.


Read an excerpt:

“Hey. Don’t do that.” Keith pulled himself together enough to tuck back into his pants.

Max’s eyes were closed and his hand a blur. “It’s okay. I just need a second.”

Keith pinned Max’s wrist to the seat. “No.” He wasn’t sure why he needed to finish Max. Maybe because Max had called the shots, starting at the bar and all the way until now. Keith might have been the one fucking Max’s throat, but Max had been holding the reins the whole time.

“Aw. Chivalry isn’t dead after all, is it?” Max started stroking with his left hand, but even Keith could tell he wouldn’t get off like that.

“Is it possible for you to shut up for five fucking minutes?” Keith shifted in his seat, getting his face lower. He licked Max’s tip. It tasted salty sweet, the skin tight and smooth.

“I’m just saying that you don’t have to—”

Max didn’t have a chance to finish because Keith grabbed his other wrist and yanked it away. Using a hold on either side of Max’s hips for leverage, Keith slowly worked his tongue around Max’s tip. “I’m not doing this because I hafta.” Keith sucked him deeper, but kept it slow. He knew he was driving Max crazy when Max tried to arch.

“Fuck you. If you’re going to do it, go faster.”

Keith snickered. Because as much as he’d enjoyed Max’s skillful mouth, making Max lose his shit was just as fun. “I’ll go faster when I feel like it.”

Max had a nice dick. Thick enough to fill Keith’s mouth but not so long as to choke him. Keith didn’t get off on discomfort, and he never liked to blow guys with monster cocks. With Max, he could have done this for hours, backing off before picking up his tempo, teasing Max’s naked balls before working his way back up the shaft. All of Max was perfectly mouth-sized. Keith had never enjoyed blowing someone more.

“I’m not going to warn you.” Max’s words were prissy, but they were at odds with his ragged breaths.

“Right.” Keith licked under Max’s shaft. He could feel it clear as day how Max was filling and pulsing. He’d have to be pretty darn green not to know Max was about to blow. “I have done this before, y’know?”

“Really?” Max gasped, but to his credit, he managed not to come. “I couldn’t tell.”

“Asshole.” Keith gave another lick around the crown. Max jerked like he could break free and finish with his hand like he wanted. No way was Keith letting that happen, not when for the first time he felt like he really had the upper hand. “You’ll wait until I’m good and ready.”

Keith licked up the underside and started in again, this time a little faster. He could tell by Max’s breathing that Max had backed off a bit. Might take a little doing to get him to the edge.

“Fuck you. Jesus. Fuck.” Max whispered a non-stop round of cussing that made Keith smile.

“I thought you weren’t going to call to Jesus.” Keith only paused for a second. He had a feeling Max would have cried if Keith stopped for too long.

“Asshole,” Max whispered.

Snickering, Keith bit Max’s inner thigh.


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Author bio:

I’m just your average mom and gay romance writer, living large in the Pacific Northwest! When I’m not writing my latest spicy masterpiece, I can be found riding my exercise bike and testing the outer limits of my food processor’s potential.

My works span young adult to adult gay fiction, but love is always at the center of the story. Lately, I’m all about the Young Adult. My first YA series, Julius Drake, drops September 2015 on Amazon.

For media info, fanmail, to sign up for my newsletter, or anything else besides stalking me or sending homophobic diatribes, email me at THEDAISYHARRIS@.ME.COM.

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