In the heart of Texas…
Liberal Austinite Travis Boyd recycles, shops local, and is partner in a successful green-building company. After his last disastrous relationship, he’ll never again date a man who’s not out. A little discretion while working for ultra-conservative clients in west Texas is hardly the same as being in the closet. Anyway, the only person he’s interested in being indiscreet with is the client’s macho son. Not happening, Trav.
Bo Vargas is a cowboy-boot-wearing, meat-eating, truck-driving ode to masculinity. He’s not gay. The men he picks up on business trips are just anonymous diversions. Travis isn’t anonymous. And there’s something about him that makes Bo want to expand his relationship options. Maybe.
When a popular dating app sends Bo and Travis on the same blind date, the night explodes in passion. One night isn’t a problem. But what will each man be willing to risk the morning after?
This story is so sweet and full of emotion. Bo was hiding so hard he was afraid to come out while Travis was afraid of being stuck in someone else’s closet again. Both of them had things that made a relationship unwise. But both of them also said a big flying F to those reasons because they wanted to be together and belonged together. At the end, where Bo clearly needed to be more truthful, hurt my heart so much. I do like how this story ends though. It’s such a wonderful happily ever after you can tell forever is guaranteed. The funniest line in the book though was “Maybe Travis was the gay pied piper with men jumping out of closets left and right to follow him down the yellow brick road.” I was cracking up when I read that! I would love a sequel so I can see these guys again, though there’s not any loose ends or anything that’s left needing cleared up. Doesn’t make me want it any less.
Four and a half
“Trav? You awake?”
What else could he say? He waited to see what Bo’s next move would be.
“Good, I’m starving. Let’s get breakfast.”
His mood picked up a little. Not an immediate brush-off, at least. He knew it was a cop-out, but he shoved his misgivings aside in favor of anticipating a few more hours with Bo.
“I could eat. What are you in the mood for?”
“Steak and eggs, maybe some biscuits and gravy. About a quart of coffee.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.” Travis flopped over on his back so he could see Bo’s face, which looked completely serious. “You had half a cow less than twelve hours ago.”
“That was last night. I worked up an appetite. What do you eat for breakfast?”
“Well, I’m not eating steak. What about the restaurant downstairs? Ree says they have a great brunch.”
“Tiny steak, omelet bar takes forever, place is always crowded, and everyone drinks little glasses of champagne watered down with orange juice.”
Bo didn’t sound encouraging. Did he really not like brunch? Or did he just not want to go with Travis?
“A mimosa might be nice.” Travis tried to keep the hurt out of his voice.
“Well hell, let’s get some brought up if that’s what you want. Matter of fact, I bet we can get a whole damn brunch brought up.”
Bo snagged the phone off the nightstand and proceeded to order what sounded like every form of protein known to man. He ended the order with a carafe of coffee, pitcher of orange juice, and a bottle of champagne.
“There.” He sounded satisfied. “That’s most of the good stuff.”
Travis decided he should be thankful he had requested the mimosa. Without it, there wouldn’t be a single bit of plant matter on the order.
“Why couldn’t we just go downstairs?”
He cursed himself the minute the words were out. He should let this go and enjoy the rest of the morning.
Bo didn’t look bothered by the question, though. He shot Travis a wicked grin. “Same food, and this way we don’t have to get dressed.”
It was probably an excuse and shouldn’t have cheered him up, but the idea of breakfast in bed with Bo finally turned the trick as far as distractions went. Bo sealed the deal by rolling over so he was half on top of Travis, elbows on either side of his. Travis stared up at him, trapped. The posture could have been intimidating, but he felt anything but intimidated with Bo pinning him to the bed.
Irene Preston has to write romances, after all she is living one. As a starving college student, she met her dream man who whisked her away on a romantic honeymoon across Europe. Today they live in the beautiful hill country outside of Austin, Texas where Dream Man is still working hard to make sure she never has to take off her rose-colored glasses.
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