Light
a Rocket
Midnight
Rodeo 4
Julia
Talbot
Genre:
Gay, Paranormal, Romance
Publisher:
All Romance eBooks
Date
of Publication: 11/1/2016
ISBN:
978-1-945193-15-6
Word
Count: 20000
Cover
Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book
Description:
Love
is possible when the spirits move you.
Skinwalker
Raven Walkingman is the number one cowboy, at the top of his game at
the Darque and Knight rodeo. He has his animal spirit guides, good
friends, and a fancy trailer. Raven prefers casual relationships, so
when Rocket starts talking about mating as shifters do, Raven pulls
up the stakes. He doesn't need to fall for a ragtag cheetah.
Cat
shifter Rocket is fast, but he only has so many lives left, and he
spends more time injured than not. He’s the worst rider at Darque
and Knight. Raven’s spirit guides adore him, though, and are more
than happy to support him in his work and pursuit of Raven.
Raven
and Rocket seem like an unlikely match, and sometimes it takes an
otherworldly guide to make it right.
Excerpt:
Watching Rocket run
on the little track at the now-defunct high school turned rodeo
complex in… Crap. Kansas? Nebraska? Somewhere with corn. Watching
that gave Raven a hell of an itch to scratch.
The little bastard
was fast—no. Not fast. Breathtaking.
That speed glued
Raven’s tongue to the roof of his mouth, and he wasn’t used to
such an intense interest in a particular man.
Raven just needed to
fuck Rocket into the mattress a few times. That would jostle this
obsession out of him, get him back into his love-them-and-leave-them
ways.
His dick told him he
could do that right now, thanks.
Raven stared,
fascinated by the way Rocket’s muscles moved, shifted, and rolled
beneath the golden skin. He wanted to lick that flesh, wanted to rub
against it. All of the spirits clamoring in his head agreed.
Rocket slowed,
beginning to move alongside Blaine, the little bullfighter matching
Rocket’s speed. The two of them were a pretty picture, and Raven
gave up any pretense of working out, stopping to stare.
Denver chuckled
softly, surprising him. “They can move, huh? All that work and they
still want to run afterward. I just want a fucking beer.”
“No shit.” Raven
did like Denver. A lot. “Pretty, though.”
“Both of them. You
gonna play some?”
“Well, not with
your Blaine.” He winked when Denver growled. “But yeah. I am.”
“Never heard
anyone complain, honey.” Denver winked. “Of course, you and I
never did get around to trying each other out.”
“And now you’re
all taken.” He shook his head in mock sorrow. Denny and him, they
would have ended up bruised and bloody and only done it once. Might
have been worth it, though.
Denver’s smile was
slow and wicked. “Pity for you, King Raven. I’d have made you beg
for more.”
Blaine began to head
over, the little wolf sensitive as all fuck. He could probably sense
the vibrations of Denver’s cock or something. God knew the hot
bastard was tossing off pheromones left and right.
“Mmm. No one has
ever made me beg, Green.” He loved the kitty cavalcade nickname for
Denver.
“No?” Denver
grabbed him, squeezed him tight, and the embrace was fond and warm,
only the slightest bit sexual. “Have fun tonight, man. Don’t
break him. I sorta think Blaine’s fond.”
“I’ll only give
him what he wants. I don’t do force.” Raven hugged back, smelling
wolf scent and pot smoke and a deep sense of happiness in Denny.
So much more present
than Dent had been.
The thought of the
fallen bullfighter brought his wolf spirit to full focus, though, the
need to comfort Denny instinctual. Losing a twin had to be like
getting part of your soul torn out.
Denny looked at him,
eyes knowing for a moment and the sudden wave of loss nearly knocked
him off his feet, then Blaine touched Denver’s arm and it eased
back to something reasonable, something bearable.
Raven released
Denver, who turned and snagged Blaine, their strong bodies rubbing in
the best way possible. “You done running with the cheetah, baby?”
Denver asked.
“I am. Did you see
him? He can’t maintain it long, but… shit, he doesn’t have to.”
“He’s quick,”
Raven agreed. “Better runner than a bullrider, for sure.”
“Oh, shit.
Rocket’s the world’s shittiest bullrider. Him and Ben Ursa should
form a club.” Denver had more than a little evil in him.
Blaine chuckled.
“Ben is good with horses. Rocket needs to find something to do with
his running.”
“Yeah. Yeah, he
does. Later.” Denny shot Blaine a look that was pure need. “Later.”
“Uh-huh.”
About
the Author:
Julia
Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where there is hot and cold
running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the
best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia has been published by Samhain
Publishing, Dreamspinner Press, All Romance eBooks and Changeling
Press. She believes in stories that leave a mark, and that everyone
deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits,
where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get
together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters
are involved. Find Julia at @juliatalbot on Twitter.
For
more information on other books by Julia, please visit her official
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