Broncos & Bondage: Kinky Cowboys, #1

By Anitra Lynn McLeod

Closeted cowboy Kurtis Tam never stayed anywhere for long. A temporary job in Climax, Colorado sounds perfect, if only he can find a man for some after-hours fun. When bronco rider Will Thayer shares his lust for bondage, Kurtis has second thoughts about leaving, but kinky sex is one thing and tearing down the walls another. Will Kurtis open his heart and the closet door or will he move on alone?

This contemporary western M/M romance contains a lonely drifter, a bronco rider with a thing for tight ropes, a colorful cast of characters, and a fluffy HEA. 22,250 words or 89 pages.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anitra Lynn McLeod
• Release date: Nov 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386317227

Anitra Lynn McLeod

Reading, writing, and white-water rafting are the three things Anitra Lynn McLeod enjoys the most. She is the author of erotic romances from contemporary to science fiction and everything in between. Even though her tales range from sensual to sizzling, with settings from the high rises of New York to the distant shores of an alien world, one thing all her stories share is compelling characters involved in unforgettable romances. https://anitralynnmcleod.ck.page/

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About This Series

Sexy cowboys with playful kinks are going to heat up things in Climax, Colorado. Each stand-alone story combines gorgeous men, passionate encounters, and a happily ever after that will touch your heart. These feel-good stories have absolutely no cheating, low angst, and plenty of romance.

About This Book

Closeted cowboy Kurtis Tam never stayed anywhere for long. A temporary job in Climax, Colorado sounds perfect, if only he can find a man for some after-hours fun. When bronco rider Will Thayer shares his lust for bondage, Kurtis has second thoughts about leaving, but kinky sex is one thing and tearing down the walls another. Will Kurtis open his heart and the closet door or will he move on alone?

This contemporary western M/M romance contains a lonely drifter, a bronco rider with a thing for tight ropes, a colorful cast of characters, and a fluffy HEA. 22,250 words or 89 pages.

Chapter One

Hooking up in a small town was hard enough for a gay man, but Kurtis Tam’s kink for bondage only complicated matters. Most times he had to forgo his favorite activity just to have some contact, but he’d really like to find a man who enjoyed what he did. He hadn’t found what he’d been looking for in the last three places he’d lived, but he had a good feeling about Climax, Colorado. With a name like Climax, the town just had to be the right place to find a kinky partner.

First, Kurtis tried the local watering hole only to discover he attracted far too many women for a man to ever even get close. Not that he didn’t like the attention. He did. And he enjoyed the friendships but the heart wanted what it wanted. Or in his case, the cock wanted what it wanted, and what it wanted was another cock.

Frustrated, Kurtis kept looking but decided this town might be a bust. Funny thing. Kurtis either found a partner right away or he didn’t find one at all. No middle ground. Still, Kurtis would be working in Climax for three months as a ranch hand. After that, if they liked him, they’d hire him on permanently, but he doubted that would happen. Lots of ranches used the ninety day testing period to avoid paying benefits. Come day ninety-one, they had to pay or risk heavy fines.

Not that he cared too much about insurance and all of the other perks of long-term employment. Sure, it would be nice, but Kurtis considered himself a drifter. He moved from town to town, avoiding all the pitfalls that went with settling down, things like having to give up free-range sex partners for a steady partner. He found it hard to get attached when the exit always loomed in the background.

Bored and desperate for something to distract him, Kurtis decided to check out the County Fair where locals showed off everything from canned goods to tooled leather, but the highlight of the event was the three-day rodeo. The little town of a thousand people swelled to almost five thousand as residents in the surrounding areas brought their RVs and camping setups to either watch or participate. Or at least that was what the locals told him while he waited for his breakfast at the Climax Diner.

It’s a big thing around these here parts. Duggan Sumner, mayor of Climax and owner of the Climax Motel, tucked his thumbs behind his bright red suspenders then stretched them out so they snapped smartly back. Biggest thing in Climax.

Other than Cletus Van Doran’s dick. Sheriff and snowplow operator, Trinidad Winkling, tossed the comment out while tapping furiously at his smartphone.

Oh, it wasn’t that big. Martha settled a plate loaded with food in front of Kurtis. Why, I’ve seen pinky toes bigger than old Cletus’s cock.

Everyone in the diner laughed, including Kurtis. The residents had long ago learned that visitors would make sex jokes about their town name and everyone living there so they did it first and they did it better. He’d quickly learned the populace pulled no punches when it came to making fun of their town. They were also slow to anger, quick to laugh, and generous with information and help. When one of their own had a problem, they all had a problem.

Now, Martha, you shouldn’t brag about things like that, the sheriff said.

What bragging? Martha refilled Kurtis’s coffee cup without splashing a drop. Every time he got drunk, which was daily, Cletus Van Doran would walk around the town buck naked. She leveled her eyes at Kurtis. Everyone saw his dick and no one was impressed. She lifted a brow at the sheriff. Well, unless they were packing something that might make that gnarled old turnip look big. She dropped her gaze to the sheriff’s lap.

Sheriff Winkling spared Martha a glance before returning his attention to his phone. "Sorry Martha, no matter how you try to goad me into it, I am not showing you my cock."

Well, a girl can dream. Martha glided over to the next table. She moved with the grace and ease that said she’d been a waitress most of her life. Not many would call what she did a skill, but Kurtis would. Since he didn’t cook, he ate out for almost every meal, and he appreciated her smooth moves and her attention to detail. So far, he hadn’t had to remind her to bring ketchup for his hash browns or jelly for his toast. She did all of that automatically. No matter how busy things got, she never got flustered and she never lost her sense of humor.

Speaking of dreams, the mayor said, running his thumbs up and down his suspenders, I’ve got to head on over to the motel and make sure the pillows are fluffed and ready for the influx.

You booked up? the sheriff asked, gaze still on his phone.

To the rafters with a waiting list a mile long. Duggan rocked back on his heels and snapped his suspenders. Love the rodeo. Absolutely love it.

Wish I did. Sheriff Winkling sighed. Too much drinking and way too many people making bad choices for my tastes.

Good tax dollars, though, the mayor reminded.

Yep. That’s why I keep my grousing mostly to myself. Winkling rose to his feet and dropped a couple of bills on the table. Thanks, Martha. I’ll be back for lunch.

If there’s room for you. Martha tucked the money and ticket into the front pocket of her apron.

Make me a box lunch, would you? The sheriff slipped his phone into his pocket. "That way, I can eat in the