Untamed: WILD HORSES, #1

By Olivette Devaux

When someone steals Attila's phone, he does the logical thing.
He texts it.
He doesn't hope for much – and he certainly doesn't expect his ill-tempered, prized stallion to bond with Kai, his lovely and entirely contrite thief.
This sweet read kicks off the hot WILD HORSES series, where LGBT romance blooms in the dressage arena and only the experienced ride bareback.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mugen Press
• Release date: Sep 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386341116

Olivette Devaux

A winner of numerous "Writers of the Future" Honorable Mentions and various genre awards, Olivette Devaux writes stories of all lengths and on a variety of topics. If you like urban fantasy, science fiction, crime fiction, and romance, you will find many a good read in her repertoire! Please pay careful attention to keywords, cover branding, and story summaries. All these will hint as to the genre, mood, and your emotional take-away.  Olivette gave up her vagabond ways to settle in Pittsburgh, where she shares a home with her family and her numerous imaginary friends.

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UNTAMED

He could feel the heat break as the westering sun hid behind the tall glass and concrete buildings of the Pittsburgh downtown. A sip of warm water from his bicycle bottle failed to stop the rivulets of sweat that fought through his sodden bandanna and made their way down his forehead. His eyes stung with his own salt.

Late July sucked, especially if you were so strapped for cash you couldn’t afford a single item off the McDonald’s Value Menu. Then again, the humid heat made the thought of food revolting.

Kai sent a prayer of thanks for the abandoned half-sandwich that he had been able to scavenge from the outdoor café table in the Strip District during lunch hour. The oddball area consisted of warehouses, food stores catering to various ethnic groups, restaurants and street vendors. It was a decent hunting ground not only for the occasional odd job, but for spare food as well.

THAT, HOWEVER, HAD been many hours ago. Now Kai crouched over his rusty ten-gear bike, biding his time downtown. Tourists tended to come out of the old, majestic hotel down the street, wallets in their pockets. They emerged from the brass revolving doors and had their inevitable first look up and down Grant Avenue. A good third of them got stuck at the intersection of Grant and 7th Street, waiting for the rush hour traffic to pass while gazing at the stone-carved buildings around them.

Kai had heard it said that Pittsburgh was full of architectural treasures and landmarks. He was too busy trying to eke out a living to notice such niceties, but the visitors from afar usually took their time to look around.

Just like the guy in the tuxedo, right on the corner. He was poised and calm and smelled of money. His black hair spilled down his shoulders – he pushed a stray strand out of his eyes.

This motion uncovered his pocket.

He did it again as he gazed up at the sculpted cornices that gleamed up high, where the sun reached over the tall buildings.

And again.

And every time he cleared that oh-so-cooperative strand of hair out of his eyes, that pocket was unprotected.

Silent as the evening breeze, Kai coasted closer on his bike from behind.

Then even closer, pushing the pedals slowly, preventing the bike from making a sound.

Now they were even, he on his bike and the rich, good-looking mark in a