Book Name: Spurred On
Publisher: Decedent Publishing
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Artist: Tibbs Designs
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Blurb(s):
Kegan’s new stepfather and
stepbrothers are out to make his life miserable. Between the bullying and being
overworked, he’s nearly at his wit’s end. When his mother leaves on an annual
cattle buying trip for the ranch, he’s determined to suffer through. He must,
if he expects to protect her like he promised his dying father.
When the family of a
young man he’s been infatuated with holds a rodeo, Kegan can’t see a way he can
compete. Not until a mystical medicine hat stallion walks into his life. It’s
not long before they are the talk, and mystery, of the rodeo.
The only thing more
daunting than keeping his identity secret is how Kegan is going to balance all
this with his draw to the man of his dreams. Will Cole end up being his magical
prince, or is Kegan going to find himself left in the dust?
Pages or Words: 29,490
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Fantasy, M/M
Romance, New Adult, Western/Cowboy
Excerpt:
An hour or so later, Kegan stood in the driveway watching Alec
drive away in the final rays of sunshine. Alec had offered to give him a ride
to the rodeo, but he’d turned him down. Once the pickup disappeared from sight,
he walked into the house and worked his way to the dark back room he called his
bedroom. He flipped on the light and clenched his jaw at what he found.
His
clothes were strewn across the room. Some were ripped, but all of them looked
and smelled like they’d been stomped on by someone who’d just walked through
the holding pens after they’d worked cattle. They were smeared with mud and cow
shit.
“Dammit
to fucking hell! The assholes!”
He
stomped through the room, kicking piles of clothes out of his way in a blaze of
fury. Everything he touched needed to be patched, washed or, more often, both.
This settled it. Brent and Seth were out to make his life miserable. The
question had become, what was he going to do about it? They seem to have done a
good job of taking away his choices.
He
began to straighten the tiny basement bedroom. A few minutes later, the job
became so discouraging he dropped to the bed and sighed. Kegan lost track of
time as he thought through the last months. The sound of a horse nearby shook
him from his desolation.
He
forced himself from the bedroom, tired of being the one who was crapped on
around there. He stomped through the empty house, his anger as fierce as ever.
Another nicker drifted to him, and his focus shifted to the present. He opened
the door to find a horse standing beside the porch. A beautiful Paint stallion
with classic medicine hat markings.
Kegan
eased down the steps and held one hand toward the horse, watching him closely.
The animal leaned forward, sniffed him, and then snorted.
“Hey,
big guy. Where did you come from? If a medicine hat had appeared in any of the
BLM herds around here, we’d have known.”
The
horse tossed its head, the black and white markings shimmering in the sun. He
didn’t shy as Kegan moved closer. The horse’s only reaction was the rippling of
thick muscles as it shifted its weight.
“Easy,
boy. You’re awfully tame.”
The
horse froze in place, studying Kegan as he moved closer. He reached out,
resting his hand against the stud’s silky skin. It nickered at the touch but
didn’t move. As he ran his hands over the animal, he marveled at how calm the
stallion was. This was one of the steadiest horses he’d ever come across.
“Fella,
you must belong to someone. Where’d you come from? I know if I was missing a
horse like you I’d be having a fit.”
He
turned to go into the house and put out the word he had a mystery horse. When
he did, the horse stepped in front of him.
“Hey,
guy. I gotta let people know you’re okay.”
Kegan
tried to step around him again, but the horse’s hooves shot out and stopped
him. After a third attempt earned him the same results, he threw his hands up
in surrender. “Okay, so you don’t want me to go into the house. What are we
going to do?”
The
stallion stuck his muzzle in Kegan’s face and snorted. He turned and started
down the driveway toward the river. The river had become Kegan’s favorite place
to escape his problems, especially after his dad died, and they scattered his
ashes there. He had spent a lot of time watching the snowmelt flow past. In the
past couple of months, he’d stopped going to the river. But the mysterious
horse headed directly toward a large boulder marking his favorite spot.
The
stallion threaded its way through aspen thickets that looked tight for a goat,
but he slipped into them without disturbing a leaf. The sound of the river grew
as they passed through the mix of evergreen, aspen, and willow. He cleared the
final clump of trees to find the horse standing among boulders larger than he
remembered.
Kegan
took a step and froze in mid-stride. A neatly folded set of clothes was perched
on the nearest flat rock. He stepped closer and touched them. The deep-blue
jeans and the heavily pressed white shirt were obviously new, not some freak
occurrence. He glanced around, wondering what was happening.
“Horse,
did your rider fall in or something? You don’t seem concerned about finding
anyone though.”
He
searched up and down the riverbank to see if someone was trying to swim, or in
trouble. He checked for a good distance in each direction and found nothing to
indicate the source of either the horse or the clothing. He made his way to the
boulder holding the pile of clothes and ran his hand over them.
The
Paint stepped close and pushed them toward Kegan. He flared his nostrils and
snorted again. With the horse fixed squarely in his sight, he pulled the jeans
from the boulder and held them in front of him.
“They’re
my size. How the hell....”
The
horse struck his hoof across the rock and the wind gusted, sounding like the
low note of a Cheyenne flute. The tone drifted away, but not before leaving
Kegan with a lingering sense of peace. He looked again to find a cowboy hat,
hand-tooled belt, and a pair of boots in the mix with everything else. Each of
them appeared custom made. He studied the stallion again.
“You
know, I never put much store by the whole medicine-hat-horse-having-magic
thing, but I’m starting to change my mind.” He paused for a minute to consider.
“Does that mean you’re going to let me ride you, too? I need a horse to do the
rodeo thing.”
The
stallion slipped beside him, pressed his nose under Kegan’s backside, and
shoved him forward. His nudge was enough to send Kegan stumbling across the
rocks.
“Okay,
got it. I’ll change already.”
He
stripped quickly, splashing the crystal-clear water over himself to wash off
the day’s dust and sweat. As he slipped into the clothes, he found he’d been
right. Each piece was a custom fit. The boots came to just below his knees and
stitched across the uppers were patterns of horses and aspen leaves. The jeans
hugged his butt, emphasizing his ass until even he had to admit it was toned
and muscular. By the time he fastened the silver buckle and situated the hat,
he was transformed. The ugly duckling feeling he always had, evaporated. With a
final brush of his hands, he fixed his gaze on the horse.
“All
right. It’s time to see if this is going to work out. We need to get to the
stable and find a saddle to fit you. The big question is, are you going to let
me ride you? I guess now’s as good a time to find out as any.”
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About the author:
Jon Keys’s earliest
memories revolve around books. Either read to him or making up stories based on
the illustrations, these were places his active mind occupied. As he got older
the selection expanded beyond Mother Goose and Dr. Suess to the world of
westerns, science fiction and fantasy. His world filled with dragon riders,
mind speaking horses and comic book heroes in hot uniforms.
A voracious reader for
half a century, Jon recently began creating his own creations of fiction. The
first writing was his attempt at showing rural characters in a more sympathetic
light. Now he has moved into some of the writing he lost himself in for so many
years…fantasy. Jon has worked as a ranch hand, teacher, computer tech,
roughneck, designer, retail clerk, welder, artist, and, yes, pool boy; with
interests ranging from kayaking and hunting to drawing and cooking, he uses
this range of life experiences to create written works that draw the reader in
and wrap them in a good story.
Where to find the author:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jon.keys.773
Twitter: @Jon4Keys
Other: http://jonkeys.com/
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