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168 pages, ebook
First published July 12, 2014



Oh, damn it. He’s being a knight in…well-worn leather… I stare into those dark amber eyes and want to run away with him until the world makes sense again.
His calloused fingers lightly scrape along my cheek before he’s cupping my jaw in his warm, earthy-scented hand. I lean my head into the hold and close my eyes as he dips down to kiss me. Bristly mustache, soft lips, and all the smells of hard working man, and the crisp heat of earth and sun. There’s something so honest about his kiss here and near the end of the day. Him coming home, me meeting him, and the two of us going inside for dinner. Simple domestication. I'd had no idea I wanted this.
Before now, cowboys were just sexy like denim and strength. This man beside me is so much more than any of that. I’m staring at the land, but I’m seeing him. All my life, I’ve been the leaves on this tree, shaking in the wind, trying to hold on.
Duke is the roots.
He moves in front of me, a soft expression on his rugged face, and wipes his thumb under my eye. I’ve cried. Seeing this place made me cry.
“Happens for some,” he whispers. “Gets us right in the soul.”
Us. I nod.
“Yeah,” I quietly croak. “Got me.”
Femme men like myself catch hell all the time for being ourselves, even from within the gay community. Perhaps this was an opportunity to shine a light on our struggles and also our resilience.
