I’m glad to be here today and share an interview with the brooding hero of my cowboy ménage story, Setting Boundaries, published by Decadent Publishing.
How about you introduce yourself by providing the basics?
Did you grow up here in Texas?
Yep, I’m eighth generation in Texas. My ancestors came as part of the Old 300 with Austin in 1824. They made the required land improvements and even picked up one of the forfeited tracks. When farms started to outnumber the ranches, they moved west and ended up northwest of San Angelo.
Did you always want to be a rancher?
Ever since my daddy put me on the back of a horse. Mama has a picture of me and I couldn’t have been two years old yet. Hard to buck the heritage of six generations of Rutgers owning the Triple R ranch.
What do you like most about ranching?
The horses, the openness of the land, being my own boss.
Talk about your favorite setting for a date.
Screw the setting. Has everything to do with the woman.
What attracts you first to a woman?
Different attributes at different ages. When I was young, I was hog-wild for tits and ass. Then I explored wild sex. Now I appreciate a woman’s inner strength and how she works to hang on to what’s important.
Are you talking about a particular woman?
Oh yeah. Trixy’s been the only woman for me since our first dance in high school. She hasn’t always been as sure of that fact but I’m about to convince her of where she belongs. And enjoy myself in the negotiations because that woman has kept her hot body and I’m itching to make it mine.
Maintaining only a few inches of space between them, he walked in a circle around her. His green-eyed stare drew her in and she couldn’t look away.
“Did you grant me a dance at the Harvest Festival last fall?”
She moved her head, following his predatory stalking. “I did not.”
“Thought not.” He reversed direction and tightened, easing closer and brushing his knee against her thigh.
Blood pounded in her ears and she swallowed hard. Against all logic, arousal built and her nipples tightened into peaks.
“And my dinner invitation a couple months back?”
“I refused it.”
“Exactly.” With a flick of his hand, he tipped her hat and cupped the back of her head, holding her immobile. “Rejection back in high school and rejection now.”
“Shit, Garth, you’re talking years in the past. So you’re refusing to share water as revenge?” She pressed her hands against his chest and pushed hard, but his grip wouldn’t budge.
He narrowed his eyes into slits and his nostrils flared. “Do you deny you’ve given me cause?”
How to fight a choice she made half a lifetime ago? She’d dated Garth for six months before Dave’s family moved to town. Every girl tried to catch the eye of the new guy, but she’d succeeded. Little had she known that laid back, fun-loving Dave would turn into a lazy husband who expected her to shoulder most of the ranch work. Anything not related to rodeo held little of his interest.
Until his last bull ride changed her life forever.
“No.” With that single whispered word, she closed her eyes and dipped her chin. Hopefully, she’d stomach living with herself after tonight’s surrender. “I agree to your offer.”
“Louder.” Garth’s voice growled in her ear as he tangled his fingers in her hair. Lifting a handful, he inhaled.
The rasp in his voice made her shiver. “I agree. One night of sex for the water.”
“Hot, unforgettable sex.” With a chuckle, he loosened his grasp. Moving away, he set his feet shoulder-width apart and crossed both arms over his chest. “Except that was yesterday’s deal.”
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About the Author
On a dare from a close friend, Layla Chase challenged herself to explore the steamier side of romance and discovered all sorts of characters whose stories needed sharing. She writes contemporary and historical stories from her mountain home in California that she shares with long-time husband and two dogs.