The Rodeo Rider

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Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 121,135
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He will mount a cowboy faster than he will mount a horse!

The days are grueling and the nights are wild for Julian Busch, who is determined to become a rodeo star. Training isn’t easy at Rolling Meadows Stables, and neither is life in the rodeo, but wit and grit take Julian to a place he never thought he would be.

The Rodeo Rider
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The Rodeo Rider

Beau to Beau Books

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 121,135
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By Sandy Ego on March 28, 2016
Wow! Hot! Rodeo competitors, wild parties, interesting bars and owners, wild competitions with wild animals and wilder men. What can I say---Stimulating!!!!

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North Carolina! He had expected to go somewhere in Texas, maybe even Oklahoma or Wyoming, but not North Carolina! Offers of scholarships came from Ontario, Quebec, North Carolina, and Minnesota. He had to rule out the three others. There was no way a boy from Texas was going to survive sub-twenty-degree weather for more than a few days at a clip.

Julian unpacked his suitcase, putting everything in the chest of drawers next to his bunk – socks and belts in the top drawer, underwear in the second, shirts in the third, and blue jeans in the bottom. Then he peeled off his red t-shirt.

“Is that natural or do you work out?”

“What do you mean?”

“That chest. It just ain’t normal.”

“That’s the result of daily workouts and some weightlifting.”

“Think you could help me?” He pulled up his shirt showing a modicum of development.

“Sure, we’ve got ten weeks here. I’m sure we could do something with that body of yours. It has potential.”

“Well, go shower. I’m going to grab a quick nap. Wake me when you’re ready to go to dinner.” Ross went to his bunk as Julian stripped, grabbed a towel, and entered the shower.

A few moments later, Julian hollered to Ross, “Hey guy, you got some soap? I didn’t pack any and there ain’t none in here.”

Ross rose from the cot and took a bar of soap to the shower room.

“Thanks.”

“Damn, you’re a hairy one,” Ross said. “Good thing your girlfriend didn’t let you get very far. She’d be spitting out pubic hair more than doing anything else. You want some help there?”

“What? You think I’m gay and want to touch another guy’s junk?”

“I guess I was wrong. Sorry.” Ross returned to his cot and hoped Julian didn’t notice what he was sporting. Ross was disappointed in himself. He had vowed to follow the straight path now that he was starting a new life away from the life he had led in rural Georgia and all the men he had secretly been with. He knew he had to work harder on suppressing his innate desires. He fell asleep, but his mind conjured up a dream of him with the sexy man he had just met.

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