Heartache & Hoofbeats

Stallion Ridge # 1

by Maz Maddox

Like all centaur shifters, Sheriff Calhoun is the epitome of honor. He protects his small town of Stallion Ridge and its people from any threat large or small.

When word comes in that the notorious Iron Bandits are making a play for a train in his territory he’s both livid and invigorated. If anyone can bring these thieves to justice it’s him and his crew.

What he did not expect was having a charming, whiskey-eyed outlaw dumped in his lap that challenged everything he thought he knew.

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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 3
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Criminals & Outlaws, Enemies to Lovers, Opposites Attract, Villain to Hero
Word Count: 55K
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters

“Holy shit,” Jesse breathed as he drank in the sight of the mighty Centaur standing over him. Chestnut brown fur covered his powerful fore and hind limbs, but the feathering around the hooves was tipped white. His tail, which was swaying from the wind, was a rich chocolate color that matched the wild mane under the man’s off white hat. Sun tanned skin connected to the fur where a normal horse’s neck would have been, and coarse black hair trailed up from the base to the man’s navel surrounded by firm muscle.


This man was a beast in every sense of the word. Not only was part of him a wild stallion with a brilliant coat and massive black hooves, but the human parts of him were big, carnal, and strong. Broad shoulders naked to the sun made the man seem like some Greek god, even without the horse half stunning Jesse’s brain. His chest was strong, lightly dusted with hair, with a gleaming bit of metal hanging around his neck. His arms were massive and they flexed as he holstered his rifle with practiced ease.

“Your men left you behind,” the Centaur was saying, glaring down at Jesse like he was an animal caught in his trap. Jesse blinked, glancing around at the now silent landscape to find the man’s words to be true. There was no sign of anyone from the crew, and the train was long gone.

“They scooped up their other wounded but didn’t bother coming back round for you,” the man continued.

“Well, that’s likely cause there was a Centaur standing over me,” Jesse squinted up at him. “Kind of don’t blame them.”

“No honor among thieves,” a man with dirty blonde hair chimed in with a snort. This one was human and on a horse.

“No honor but plenty of self preservation,” Jesse corrected.


About the Author

Maz is an m/m romance fanatic, dabbles in yaoi, adores dinosaurs and writes romance stories with a healthy heaping of adventure mixed in.
When she's not pairing up Centaurs with bank robbers, she's plotting new stories and sending inappropriate texts to her friends.

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