Southern Lights 2
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
CASSIDY MARTIN is a country boy through and through. He loves his horses, his Lord of the Rings tourist business, and his isolated paradise at the foot of New Zealand’s Southern Alps. Not that everyone appreciates the seclusion he craves. Take his ex-wife for example.
The sexy-as-hell guy on his latest tour might be whip-smart and push all of Cass’s buttons, but he’s about as country as a pair of Louboutins, and Cass has been there and done that. Broken heart with the T-shirt.
STEFAN HAMILTON doesn’t do ‘outdoorsy’, he’s a city boy, born and bred. The closest Stef gets to the country is ‘Cowboy Night’ at his favourite Auckland gay bar even if the music makes Stef want to rip his hair out by the roots.
But Stef is also a hardcore Lord of the Rings fanboy. So, when he gets the chance to go on a horse trek to the iconic film locations in the Southern Alps, he sucks up his fear of the gigantic animals and his allergy to camping for the chance to let his nerd flag fly. But when his mate pulls out at the last minute, Stef is left to negotiate the horses, the wrath of mother nature, and an inconvenient crush on the cowboy leading the tour.
City meets country and the sparks fly.
- 2 To Be Read lists
Publisher: Southern Lights Publishing
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Alpha Character, Bad Breakup, Hurt / Comfort, Opposites Attract, Trapped Together
Word Count: 90,000
Setting: New Zealand
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Stef winced and squirmed on his arse. “Yeah, fat lot of good the cushioning on the saddle did me. I’m not sure I’ll ever get feeling back in my tailbone and my balls have packed their bags and headed for more welcoming accommodation. I don’t know how you do it in and day out.”
Cass shrugged and threw another lump of wood on the blazing fire. “Let’s just say my balls have had a long time to get used to it.” Between the blanket and his oilskin coat, the heat was building to uncomfortable but Cass wasn’t racing to get free anytime soon. Stef’s warm body was all kinds of tempting, leaning into Cass and sucking the heat from him, as if they hadn’t just met sixteen hours before.READ MORE
“Pffft. I bet they've just shrivelled from the wear and tear till they’re like hard little walnuts.” Stef sounded genuinely concerned. “I bet they’re tucked up inside your belly somewhere, and immune to everything this country might throw at them—horses, snow, rocks, freezing rivers, everything. And I think you need to prove to me I’m wrong, just so I can sleep reassured on your behalf.”
Cass titled his head back and laughed. “Oh you do, do you?”
“Absolutely.” Stef nudged him with his shoulder. “Solely for the purposes of science and scholarship, of course.”
Cass reached over to draw the blanket around Stef’s shoulders a little tighter. “I think you’ll have to take my word for it. My balls are soft, suitably sized, and geographically appropriate.”
Stef pushed out his lower lip. “If you insist. Spoilsport.”
“I do.” He brushed a lock of hair from Stef’s eyes before he could catch himself. Jesus Christ. He needed to just stop touching the man. He dropped his hand but not before he caught the twitch of Stef’s lips. “But I take it yours aren’t all of the above, after today?”
Stef wriggled once again. “Are you kidding? They’re all lawyered up and filing suit for wilful neglect and abuse. Let’s just say they’re um, used to a certain level of consideration.”
God, this man. Cass was struggling to not lose his shit completely. “Well, I apologise to your balls on behalf of the entire horse population of Southland.”
Stef gave a curt nod. “Apology accepted.”COLLAPSE