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Can love warm the hearts of two enemies facing the wrath of a Wyoming winter storm?
Kyle Abbott is slowly discovering that being midway through his thirties and being married to your job isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. There has to be more to life than random hookups, horses, and cattle. If only he could find a person who excites and ignites his passions like everyone else has at Blue Ice Ranch, he’d be a happy man. He hopes. Confused about his life, he volunteers to spend a month out with the cattle to sort through his bewilderment. Knowing there’s a blizzard on the horizon, Kyle sets out fully prepared and ready for anything.
Anything except the unexpected arrival of rival rancher Shep McCrary. When the half-frozen man shows up at the remote cabin where Kyle has hunkered down with the herd, his conscience demands for him to allow Shep to come inside. Offering food and warmth to another human being is the least he can do, right? Even if the man is a swaggering, hateful jerk who’s far too pretty for his own good and knows it. When the two are forced to spend time together, Kyle begins to see that there is more to Shep than he ever imagined. He might actually kind of like the pompous creep at times. Whoever said there was a fine line between love and hate sure knew what they were talking about…
Dusk’s Devotion is the final book in the Blue Ice MM contemporary western romance trilogy with enemies-to-lovers, a blizzard, lots of forced proximity, family dynamics, suspense, a mystery solved, and a happy ever after.
“Fuck!” I yelped when something crashed into the barred door. I dropped my book, the corner catching me in the sternum, and leaped out of bed. The blankets tangled around my legs and I went to my right knee. Hard. Another thud at the door had me scrambling for the shotgun, heart pounding in my chest. I limped to the door as I fed two shells into my trusty turkey gun. Whatever was on the other side was desperate to get in. It kept making this odd keening sound as it dug and kicked at the door.
With a final prayer to St. Isadore, the patron saint of farmers aka ranchers, I flung the bar up and the snow-covered blob fell in. Right on its face. If it had a face. All I could see was ice and snow frozen to the human form resting on his—or its—hands and knees. Or maybe they weren’t arms and legs at all but creepy bug appendages. Shit, maybe this was one of those fucking cockroach dudes from Men in Black. Aliens. They come in all shapes. A horse whickered outside at the same time the man/alien coughed out something that contained my name. I glanced out the open door, snow hitting me in the face, and came face to face with the massive Dun stallion that Shepherd McCrary rode. I lowered the gun as my brain tried to process what was taking place. Then I glanced down at the man on the floor. He’d tumbled to his face and wasn’t moving.
USA Today Bestselling Author V.L. Locey – Penning LGBT hockey romance that skates into sinful pleasures.
V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, Torchwood and Dr. Who, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a pair of geese, far too many chickens, and two steers.
When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in one hand and a steamy romance novel in the other.
