GENRE: Gay Western Erotic Romance Box Set
LENGTH: 168,182 words
All five books (and one short story) of R.W. Clinger’s best-selling contemporary western Stockton County Cowboys series combined into one box set for the first time! Contains the stories:
Book 1: Chasing Cowboys: After one date during a business conference, sparks fly between Cord Darringer and Bradley Hull. When Cord returns home to Stockton County, Bradley chases after him. Is it meant to be? Or will the miles that separate them keep them apart?
Book 2: Riding Cowboys: Cal Hoke has a secret: he’s in love with ranch owner, Pax Raulton. Straight and sexy Pax is a handsome businessman at Riding Ranch. When he suffers a head injury caused by one of his prized horses, he spends days in recovery due to amnesia. Under Cal’s care, Pax is provided with the help he needs to heal. Cal learns Pax has a secret of his own, a secret that will change the two forever.
Book 3: Roping Cowboys: Dixon Pierce has fallen head over heels in love with Gray McKeever at Glock Ranch in Stockton County. The two plan to get married, but Gray is torn. He loves Dixon, but running into his ex Toby again reignited the flame he once held. Will he be able to choose one cowboy over the other before Dixon and Toby come to blows over him?
Book 4: Branding Cowboys: Which cowboy murdered Evan Sting? This is what Joe Boxford is hired to find out. When Joe enlists the services of Tal Linear, sparks fly between the two. Romance heats up as they attempt to solve the branding crime. Then Tal vanishes, and Joe thinks his buddy is the killer's next victim. Can Joe solve the case and save his lover at the same time?
Book 5: Saddling Cowboys: Sparks fly when entrepreneur Chip Cutter enters Dan Fargo’s saddle store. When Fargo is implicated in a couple of fires downtown, his abusive ex returns, determined to protect Fargo. Eventually the arsonist is caught, but Brent remains at large. Can Fargo and Chip put aside their problems, saddle up, and ride off into life’s wide blue yonder together?
Taming Brooks: New ranch hand Randy Marke falls for sexy ranch owner, Dallas Brooks. Summer heat and a bath in the nearby creek draws the two cowboys together and their relationship turns intimate. Then Randy decides to tame Brooks the old-fashioned cowboy way, with relentless sex. Can love between the two last longer than a summer, though?
EXCERPT FROM "Chasing Cowboys"
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
Tyranny was an angel beneath my weight, happy to go bareback for me while I gently rode her at Cord’s side. The horse was an American Pinto (or Paint) with splotches of bright-white and rawhide brown hues. Her temperament was rather mellow and she seemed to like me. The beauty seemed not to mind when I pulled on the reins around her neck. In fact, she whinnied with delight, perhaps excited by our trot through the Alamo Pasture at Cord’s side.
Frankly, I was like a duck to water regarding riding the American Pinto. Perhaps even Cord was surprised by how I had taken to Tyranny, climbing on her back without any problem whatsoever, and gathering the Camelot anti-slip leather reins in my hands. One could have easily established that I acted like a natural concerning the filly. Fear was abandoned as soon as Tyranny and I met. Neither of us was afraid of the other. Instead, we began an instant friendship, which would last a lifetime together.
Cord was also bareback on Blade, which was a contemptuous and feral Mustang the same color as Cord’s thick hair: onyx black that almost looked dark blue in the Oklahoma sun. Blade was not a nice horse, but I didn’t have to worry about it since I wasn’t riding him. He was fourteen hands tall and approximately fifteen hands long. His build was similar to Cord Darringer’s, if the truth be shared: muscular in all the right areas; aggressive by nature; powerful with much endurance.
The Alamo Pasture was a long field of various high grasses beyond the barn and dream stream where the young boys were swimming and kissing an hour before. A few apple trees were scattered over the property and offered the horses extra snacks in the late summer and early fall months. The pasture seemed to run into the horizon, which was starting to cloud up with a fresh Oklahoma storm, which would probably hit within the next two or three hours.
Cord rode at my side and said, “Keep Tyranny a few paces from Blade’s side. Blade prefers the company of Oscar.”
“Who’s Oscar?” I inquired, curious.
“Are they boyfriends?”
“Oscar’s a player. He likes all the horses. Blade is in love with him, though.”
“You think some animals are queer, Cord?”
“I do. A few years ago I had two mares, Cindy and Bella. They loved each other. I couldn’t keep them separated. No matter what I tried to do they wanted to be together.”
“Sort of like gay men,” I added to the conversation, bouncing up and down on Tyranny’s back.
“Just like us,” he responded. “We’re attracted to each other and ... I think we want to be together.”
I smelled the fresh field in my nostrils and almost became hard because of its wholesome aroma of Queen Anne’s lace and wild daises. The scent was strongly potent with a sugary taste about it that collected in my moistened mouth. As I consumed the aromatic flavor in my mouth and nose, I digested Cord’s last comment and replied, “We do like being together.”
“Which brings me to my next question, Bradley Hull.”
“And what is that?” I asked, bopping north and south on Tyranny’s bare back, and enjoying myself and the genteel horse.
“Why did you come to Oklahoma?”
Thunder rolled in the faraway distance, forecasting a late morning and early afternoon rainstorm with high winds. The clouds over Stockman County thickened, swirling into bruised-colored roses. As I visually consumed the distant storm, I answered Cord with: “Because I kept telling myself every day that I missed you, that I liked having you around.”
“I hooked you.”
“I won’t lie, you did.”
“What was it that made you fall for me?”
Lightning flashed in the outlying clouds. Splinters of golden-white bolts flew upward from the earth, into the remote heavens over Tulsa. Both horses started to act up, becoming jittery, knowing that all hell was about to break loose overhead. “Everything about you. Your confidence. Your status. Your charm. There’s very little that I didn’t like about you.”
Another roar of thunder approached our area and Blade panicked a touch, sensing danger. The Mustang bucked upward and Cord almost flew off. The cowboy tightened the reins on the horse and chanted in a soothing tone for the animal to calm down. Once my masculine sidekick found control over Blade, he said to me, “We have to get back to the ranch. Tyranny’s pretty calm during the storm, but Blade isn’t.”
“Lead the way,” I replied, wishing our conversation about our connection hadn’t ended. Unfortunately it had, but only for the time being, I realized, knowing that it would soon come up again.