Audio Tour, Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway:
Hotshot by Lane Hayes
Narrated by Nick J. Russo
The Elmwood Stories, Book 5
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Hank moved a new bale of hay into the stable, refreshed Bess and Fred’s water, and checked the alarm system while I wandered around the stall, restless and edgy. Or maybe I was just horny. My worlds had collided today, and it had gone pretty damn well.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. Hank was always charming, and he seemed to navigate new social situations with ease. I was proud of him.
Weird sentiment, but it fit. Watching him from across the lawn at the barbecue today, chatting away with my old high school coach and my friends, had given me a funny, buzzy feeling. He looked like he belonged. It was hard to remember this was a ruse.
I pushed the thought aside and spent a few minutes brushing Bess’s mane.
“Do you ever braid her mane? I saw this documentary about show horses and they were doing all these detailed braids. Looked cool. I must have been bored out of my mind at a hotel in between games. I’m not much of a documentary guy. I’d rather watch sports. Any sport…or play video games. My brother gave me his old console before he left for college. I dragged it with me to Grams’s house and she still has it. Not sure why. I bought a new one for myself. I sent one to Kai too. A belated thank-you, I guess. It took him two weeks to acknowledge the gift. I guess he travels a lot for work. It’s like, ‘Fuck you, so do I,’ but I wouldn’t say that. Grams thinks I’m too non-confrontational for my own good. She’s probably right.”
I was babbling and I knew it. I bit my tongue to shut myself up and chanced a look at the hunk spreading hay on the other end of the stall. God, Hank Cunningham was a sexy motherfucker.
He glanced up on cue. “What’s wrong? You went quiet on me. First time in an hour. Did you swallow your tongue?”
“Yeah, but that’s your fault,” I replied in a huskier than usual tone. “You look so hot.”
Hank snorted. “You’re drunk.”
“No, I’m not.” I followed him out of the stall and grabbed the hat he’d left on the ledge. I set it on Hank’s head and whistled. “This, right here, is a fantasy moment. You in that hat…fucking me like an animal.”
He stared at me for a beat, and damn it, my cock swelled on command.
“C’mere,” he rasped.
I walked to an empty stall, away from the horses, unbuckling my belt and wiggling my shorts and boxer briefs over my ass. “No, you come here.”
Hank obeyed, smacking my hard ass enough to leave a handprint before whirling me to face him. Then he crashed his mouth over mine as if to quiet my yelp. I groaned, fumbling with his belt and zipper. My dick was a steel rod and damn it, I needed to touch him.
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About the Author:
Lane Hayes lives in sunny Southern California with her amazing husband, who thankfully doesn’t mind cooking, and their fabulous fox red Labrador, George, who’s pure mischief. Both provide oodles of inspiration for the low-angst, humorous books Lane loves to write.
She’s been telling stories about sexy, funny, sometimes geeky and quirky men who find love for a dozen years now and loving every minute. In her previous life, she sat at a desk and dealt with numbers, so yes…romance is much more satisfying!
Lane loves tea, travel, and chocolate…in any order. Add a book and she’s set!
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