Title: Hot Blood
Series: The Braided Crop Ranch, Book Four
Author: AE Lister
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 02/07/2023
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 50300
Genre: Contemporary, BDSM, pony play, kink, photographer, hurt/comfort, grief, public sex, voyeurism
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Description
Oliver Lambert has taken his photography skills and run with them. By the time he’s thirty, he’s made a name for himself and now has jobs whenever he needs them. He likes to be behind the camera, watching the world through a safe lens, protected from actually engaging with it.
An unexpected referral takes him somewhere he never expected—a kinky fetish ranch in the Muskokas, where men pay to play pony and trainers teach them how to behave.
Adam Marsland needs a visual record of the Braided Crop Ranch and it’s been a while since the website photographs were updated. When he’s given Oliver’s name, he immediately hires the man to come for the summer session to immerse himself in the ranch and its activities.
Oliver is out of his depth, but the challenge of photographing the beautiful men at the BCR is something he can focus on. Safe behind the lens of his camera, Oliver finds the ranch to be seductive and shocking. He can’t help admitting a fascination for the people who make the Braided Crop Ranch what it is.
But just because he knows how to take a great photo doesn’t mean he’s prepared for everything he encounters, especially when it comes to a recalcitrant ponyboy named Puck.
Contains: voyeurism, second-hand embarrassment, awkward conversations, a very introverted photographer, and several surprising developments, along with all the regular kink and pony play elements.
*Note: The timeline of Hotblood is prior to the events in Stable Hand but should be read either as the fourth book in the series or as a standalone.
Hot Blood
AE Lister © 2023
All Rights Reserved
I pulled into the parking lot of the main house at the Braided Crop Ranch at one forty-five on Wednesday, July twelfth, after buzzing through at the gate.
By this time, I was practically salivating to get my eyes on an in-the-flesh ponyboy. It had taken almost three months for this opportunity to manifest, and I couldn’t wait to start taking pictures.
As I slid my car into a parking spot—there were only a handful of vehicles in the dirt-covered lot—the front door opened and a well-dressed, dark-haired, man came out to wave to me.
Adam.
I turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, glad to be able to stretch my legs and almost vibrating with anticipation. The noise of cicadas filled my ears as the July sun burned down on me, and I wondered if I should have brought some kind of hat. Adam had said they took the ponyboys outside as often as they could when the weather was fair.
I looked up to see the man walking toward me and barely had time to acknowledge to myself how attractive he was, in an old-world, fifties-movie-star way, before he offered his hand for me to shake.
“Oliver. Welcome to the Braided Crop Ranch! We’re so glad to have you join us,” Adam Marsland stated in an affable tenor. I felt eminently welcomed by his beaming smile.
I shook his hand and matched his grin. “Great to finally meet you, Adam.” I gazed up at the large modern farmhouse with generous windows and cheerful paint. “So this is the Braided Crop Ranch.”
Adam laughed. “This is the parking lot and the main house—the most boring and utilitarian parts of the BCR. But we’ll start there. You can get settled in your room and I’ll take you for an orientation around the grounds.”
“I’m looking forward to that,” I said, rubbing my forehead where sweat had gathered already and squinting in the sunshine.
“Did you bring a hat? You may be outside quite a bit.”
“Uh, that’s one thing I forgot. I’m sure there’s more. But I brought all my camera equipment, which is the important thing,” I said as we walked up the steps.
Adam opened the door for me. “I can grab you a ball cap from the gift shop.”
“Sure.”
Gift shop? This place seemed to have everything. Naked men playing pony, beautiful scenery, nice lodgings, and a gift shop. Colour me impressed.
The entry opened up to a bright hallway that reminded me of the bottom floor of an office building—polished and utilitarian.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back,” Adam said, putting a friendly hand on my shoulder briefly and then moving down the hall to the left of me. I noticed a young man, whose disembodied voice had no doubt buzzed me in, at a desk to the right, speaking in low tones on a desk phone. He waved to me with a smile that I returned, then kept talking into the phone and typing on his computer.
I noticed that the ambient temperature in here, where my accommodations were to be, was much more comfortable than outside, which meant they had central air in this building. Thank goodness.
Adam returned and handed me a navy-blue ball cap with BCR embroidered across the front in swirly red script. “This should do for now.”
“Thanks,” I said, taking it from him. My first souvenir.
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AE Lister/Elizabeth Lister is a Canadian non-binary author with a vivid imagination and a head full of unique and interesting characters. They have published many other books, one of which (Beyond the Edge) received an Honorable Mention from the National Leather Association–International for excellence in SM/Leather/Fetish writing.
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