A warm welcome today to author N.R Walker joining us to share an exclusive excerpt of her holiday release “Red Dirt Christmas”
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Red Dirt Christmas by N.R. Walker
Publication date: 11 December 2015
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Blurb: Travis had been here for just over a year. We were technically engaged, not that we’d told anyone. He was happy just knowin’ I’d said yes, and I had some head-clearin’ stuff to work through. Knowing I was good enough for Trav was one thing, but knowing if I was good enough to be a husband and father was somethin’ else entirely.
Life at Sutton Station had never been better. Business was strong, Trudy and Bacon’s little baby, Gracie, was a few weeks old now and as cute as a button, Ma’s health was good, and my relationship with Laura and Sam was in a pretty good place. And Travis? Well, life with him was still all kinds of perfect.
But, to Travis’s dismay, Christmas at the Station was just another day. Another day of getting up before the sun, feeding animals, fixin’ what needed fixin’, and checking water troughs all while tryin’ to keep out of the blistering heat.
And this year weren’t much different. Only that it was Travis’s first Sutton Station Christmas. The fact we didn’t go all out with decorations and celebrations baffled him, and if I was bein’ truthful, it disappointed him too.
Which was why I had to make it a special kind of Christmas…
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way. She is many things; a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words. She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things…but likes it even more when they fall in love. She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal. She’s been writing ever since…
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Like any other day, I was up before the sun. When the dogs and horses were fed and watered and as breakfast was near ready, I went in to check on Trav. He was all stretched out onto my side, his long legs and arms takin’ up the whole bed. The sheet was barely coverin’ the swell of his arse. His well-defined shoulders and back made me wanna crawl in there beside him and never leave.
I put my hand on his head. He felt a more normal temperature. “Hey, sleepyhead.”
“Mmm.” He stirred, then startled awake and sat up. “Shit. What time is it?”
“It’s stayin’-in-bed time for you. You need to take the day off.”
“What for?”
“Trav, you were quite sick yesterday.”
“I feel fine.” It was only then that he seemed to take stock of how he actually felt. He shook his head. “I’m just tired.”
“A day of rest for you. Doctor’s orders. Well, Ma’s orders, but around here it’s the same thing.”
He fell back on the bed and put his hand to his forehead. “How can I still be tired? I’ve slept so much.”
I put my hand to his chest. “Your body temperature feels back to normal, but your energy levels are depleted. Trav, you almost lost consciousness yesterday; your brain almost cooked in your skull. You need a day of rest. Lots of water and lyin’ around.”
He sighed. “Will you be close by?”
“Yep. In and out of the homestead all day. I’m tellin’ everyone to take it easy today. We’ll do just what needs doin’ and that’ll be about it, I reckon. You know, bein’ Christmas Eve and all.”
Trav scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Thought you said no one cared about Christmas out here.”
“We don’t. Not really. I just don’t want anyone keelin’ over on me.”
“God forbid. For a minute there I considered revoking your Scrooge status. I thought you might have found some Christmas spirit.”
“Nah. I’m still Charlie ‘Scrooge’ Sutton. The last thing I want is Work Safe out here reaming me for workin’ ya’s too hard in the heat.”
He snorted out a laugh. “Yes, because really, if anyone’s gonna be reaming you, it better be me.”
I tweaked his nipple, making him squirm. “Damn straight it better be you.”
Trav licked his lips and put his hand on my thigh, slowly creepin’ his fingers up to my groin. “I’m sure I’m feeling good enough to—”
“Charlie!” Ma called out.
Trav let his hand fall away and gave out a for-fuck’s-sake sigh. “How does she know? Every time we—”
“Breakfast!”
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