Title: Home for a Cowboy
Author: Amy Aislin
Series: Windsor, Wyoming #1
Publisher: self-published
Release Date: June 9, 2020
Length: 62,000 words / 242 pages
Subgenre: m/m new adult romance
Tropes: friends to lovers, opposites attract, cowboy, small town
Cover by: Designs by Morningstar
Book blurb:
Las doesn’t date seasonal workers. Marco’s on a three-month contract.
Lassiter Windsor-March has been planning for his future for as long as he can remember and he knows exactly where that future lies: at his family’s ranch in Wyoming. What doesn’t lie in his future is a summer fling with one of the seasonal workers—they never stick around.
Even if one of those workers is the college crush he’s invited to work a summer job at the ranch.
Marco Terlizzese is as laissez-faire as Las isn’t. He might not know where he’ll be once his contract with Windsor Ranch is up, but he knows three months is plenty of time to get his long-time crush to agree to go out with him.
Amid a starry summer sky, their chemistry ignites as feelings deepen, forcing Las and Marco to decide where they truly belong.
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Thank you for joining me to celebrate the release of my newest m/m romance, Home for a Cowboy, the first book in my brand new cowboy romance trilogy. It features a friends to lovers, opposites attract romance, lots of stargazing, sexy times in the hay, and pining for days! And thank you to Love Bytes for allowing me to briefly take over the blog. Today, I’ve come equipped with an exclusive excerpt of Marco getting his first real look at a night sky in the country. Check it out below!
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After boiling water, washing the dishes, and leaving them out to dry in the breeze, Las produced a flashlight from thin air and led the way—Marco checked the compass clipped to his belt loop—west.
They only went as far as the Little Wyoming River. Seated next to each other on a boulder near the bank, they could still see Las’s campsite and the dying fire less than fifty feet away. The sun had long set behind the mountains, and night, Marco learned, fell incredibly quickly in the forest.
“New moon tonight,” Las said, turning off the flashlight. “Perfect.”
Was it though? A moon would’ve at least provided some illumination. Jesus, the forest was dark at night. Tree trunks turned a mottled brown; shrubs drooped gloomily; low-hanging branches looked like reaching fingers. He shifted a little closer to Las.
On this part of Windsor Ranch land, the river was shallow, more of a stream as it burbled its way south over pebbles and fallen tree limbs. The occasional crackling of the fire behind them, the trickling of the river ahead of them, the warmth of Las’s right side snuggled against his left… Marco was torn between the magic of the night and the fear of predatory wildlife.
Las didn’t seem worried though, so Marco set aside the potential for being food and said, “What are we doing?”
It was dark, but Marco could see still Las’s excited grin.
Las pointed up. “Look.”
Marco did and— “Holy crap.” He flew off the boulder, his feet sinking into the swampy earth next to the river. His chest went prickly and he grinned back at Las. “Holy shit, Lassiter.”
“I know.”
The sky… It was… Just… “Holy fuck.”
Las was laughing at him, but Marco didn’t care.
Against a horizon gone black, thousands of silver bullets freckled the sky. Some were in clumps, others in pairs or small groups, others on their own. The ones farthest away, too far for Marco to comprehend distance, were awash in pale blue, winking in and out depending on how hard he focused on them. And then, directly above, a cloud of white with clusters of lilac streaked across the sky.
He whirled on Las. “Is that the Milky Way?”
Las just smiled at him.
“Holy shit. It’s like… Like someone took moondust and sprinkled it across the sky. Holy shit, Las.” Fuck, he was so in awe that his vocabulary had gone down the crapper. “You weren’t kidding.”
“I… What?”
Goosebumps erupted on the back of his neck, the vastness of space, the beauty of nature making him light-headed. He felt like he was fully awake for the first time in his life. “You said… That night, you said the Wyoming sky at night is spectacular. That there was nothing else like it. You weren’t kidding. God.” He was teary-eyed and he didn’t know why. “This is… It’s…”
“Yeah.” Thickness in Las’s voice, but Marco couldn’t take his eyes off the heavens to check on him. “I know.”
Amy’s lived with her head in the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.
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