‘The Men of Moone Mountain’ Book 2
by Bella Settarra
Can a bad reputation hide a good heart?
After realizing everyone he has been
with only wanted him for his money, Rich Buchanan, the billionaire’s son, gives
up the dream of a serious relationship and gets his kicks sleeping around. He
prefers men, but he only brings home women, since his father would be horrified
to find out Rich was gay. But secrets are hard to keep among the rich, and his
antics soon earn him the nickname “The Red-Light Wrangler” when people discover
that money exchanges hands whenever he sleeps with a guy.
When Nate Walker starts work as
Assistant Foreman at the Buchanan Ranch, his good looks and gorgeous body
immediately pique Rich’s interest. And despite the gossip, Nate can’t help
falling for him, either. But when Rich’s cousin Joey decides to blackmail Rich
to pay off his debts, he soon realizes he could get much more out of the
situation. Outing his gay cousin and causing a rift between Rich and his father
could be just the thing to secure his own position as Frank Buchanan’s sole
heir.
Rich has no one to turn to but his
lover. But Nate has secrets of his own, and his reasons for being at the ranch
are not entirely honorable...
Story Excerpt
“Sorry to
hear about your dad, Rich.” Kent Freeman, the Deputy Sheriff, stood there with
a grim expression on his face. “Mind if I come in?”
Rich stood
back, allowing the tall, handsome guy into his house. He had expected him to go
straight into the office, but Kent turned into the sitting room where his eyes
went directly to the small table. Shit!
Rich felt
his stomach lurch as Kent stared down at the note. “This arrive today?”
“Yeah. I
just found it in the mailbox.” Rich frowned. He had expected Kent to be
surprised by the note, but he seemed to take it in his stride.
“Mind if I
get it fingerprinted?” Kent asked, not even touching the paper.
Rich
shrugged. “Be my guest. You know who it’s from?”
Kent sighed
as he put on a glove before placing the note in a plastic bag he pulled from
his back pocket. “Do you?”
“I’ve got my
suspicions,” Rich replied.
“Let me
guess. Your cousin Joey or Cole Jackson?”
Rich gawped
at him. “How in hell do you know that?”
“You
should’ve come to us right at the beginning,” Kent admonished. “Could’ve saved
everyone a lot of time and trouble.”
“You took
Cole Jackson in about the poisoning, said you couldn’t pin anything on him,”
Rich reminded him. “Anything after that would just sound like sour grapes.”
“We didn’t
know about your cousin trying to blackmail you. Or Dan Robertson’s
involvement.” Kent looked at him, shaking his head.
Rich sighed.
“Kent, you know how it is. I’m gay, man. Dad’ll go mad if he finds out. I’ll
lose everything.” He slumped into the nearest armchair, and Kent followed suit
in the one opposite.
“Being gay
ain’t a crime, Rich, but blackmail is. And so is poisoning horses.”
“I know, but
Dad won’t see it that way. He’ll disown me, I know he will. Joey knows it,
too.”
“That’s what
he’s banking on,” Kent agreed. “But you’ve lost half your livestock because of
this. And if you can’t prove you didn’t do it yourself you won’t even get the
insurance pay out.”
Rich took a
swig of his whiskey. “So, will this prove I didn’t do it?” He gestured to the
note which the deputy had put in his pocket.
Kent
Freeman shook his head. “Nope. I’m afraid it just gives you a motive.”
Adult Excerpt
Suddenly
Rich grabbed hold of Wyatt’s muscular arms and pulled him down onto the bed. He
got up and stood over him, yanking the blond guy’s long, hairy legs over his
shoulders. He heard a loud gasp as he hauled him down the bed to get a better
position.
Wyatt
grabbed a condom from the nightstand and passed it up to Rich. He snatched it
out of his hand and grinned when he opened it. Ribbed. He rolled the rubber
onto his pulsating dick and yanked the guy’s hairy ass open. He heard a yelp,
but paid him no heed. He watched Wyatt screw his eyes shut and barked at him.
“Look at me!”
Wyatt’s eyes
shot open and he stared up at him. Rich had a sense of satisfaction at his
control. He lined his cock up to the gaping asshole and stared into Wyatt’s
eyes as he thrust past the tight rim.
“Aah!”
Wyatt’s panicked eyes seemed to glaze over and his jaw tensed.
Rich
massaged the guy’s ass with one hand, while stroking his cock with the other
until Wyatt’s face relaxed. Then he pumped hard into him, eliciting another
loud yell. The cowboy’s shouts soon became excited as the pain must have
morphed to pleasure and he began grunting with each thrust. Rich grinned as he
pounded hard into the guy’s ass. He needed this. He closed his eyes and Nate
Walker’s face flashed into his mind. He felt himself grinning as he thrust
harder and harder, visualizing Nate lying naked before him, Nate groaning in
ecstasy.
When Rich
opened his eyes they were watery and glazed. All he could see was a mass of
blond hair on the bed and, with his mind still on Nate Walker, he moaned
loudly. He felt the body beneath him thrusting back toward him and heard
fevered yelps and groans. The fire in his belly was roaring now and he felt
like his whole body was a raging furnace. He hammered hard into the ass under
him, yanking on the dick in his hand. With a loud grunt the body he was fucking
convulsed and he felt cum like boiling lava trailing down his hand. His own
orgasm wracked him and he pounded hard into the guy’s ass, over and over.
Lights flashed in front of his eyes and he heard himself roar as relief swept
through him. He just kept thrusting until he was finally satisfied. His
breathing was rampant as he slunk onto the bed next to his partner, and he felt
the cool air wash over his sweating body.
Both men lay
in silence, heaving at the air, eyes closed for several minutes. Rich’s eyes
opened slowly and he stared at the face next to his. For a split second he had
actually expected to see Nate Walker lying there, but realized in horror that
it wasn’t. While Wyatt’s eyes were still closed, Rich shot to his feet and
grabbed his clothes before heading off to find the bathroom down the hall. He
disposed of the condom and splashed cold water over his face and torso. His
breathing was still rapid and he took a glass of water to try to recover
himself. Pulling his clothes back onto his still-sweaty body felt horrid, and
he left his shirt unbuttoned, hoping that the cold night air would cool him off
a bit.
His head
automatically faced the bedroom when he retreated from the bathroom, but he
thought better of it. Like a thief in the night he made for the front door and
slipped out. The cold night air bit him hard, and he shivered as he climbed
into his car. Opening the windows wide he relished the freezing cold of the
wind as it swept through his hair and over his flushed body. He needed the
cold. He needed the space.
He needed
Nate Walker.
About Bella Settarra
In
Bella’s world all the heroes are gorgeous hunks and the heroines are always
beautiful. Having said that, she firmly believes that ‘handsome is as handsome
does’ and that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’. (She is also a big fan
of clichés as well as alliteration!)
She
has been hanging out with her ‘imaginary friends’ for a couple of years now and
finds the profession exhilarating and intriguing. Her stories are all Erotic Romances, although
they vary considerably in subject-matter.
She
loves writing Cowboy Romances and was thrilled when the first book in her The Men of Moone Mountain series,
(Etopia Press), entitled Ménage on Moone
Mountain, received a nomination for the Ménage Romances Fan’s Award 2015 and became an ARe Bestseller, and the third book in this series, Ménage on Ryder Ranch was also nominated
for the Erotic Ménages Romances 2016 . The fourth book in this series, Ménage at the Mode Boutique is now
also available in digital format. She is currently writing another Cowboy
series, Midnight in Montana (Siren
Publishing), the first of which, Dallas
at Midnight, is already available, with the second, Meet Me at Midnight due for release in June 2016.
Her
Collar and Cuffs series (Etopia
Press) also received an ARe Bestseller
Award for Waiting on Summer,
which has also been nominated for the BDSM
Writers Con Golden Flogger Award 2016.
This series was set in a BDSM club in Miami, and was a joy to write.
Her
writing career began, however, in the fantasy/myth genre, with her first series
Sirens and Sailors (Siren
Publishing). Although this was a series of six novels, it actually started out
as a short story! This was a delight to write and was proof positive that her
High School Classical Studies lessons weren’t wasted.
She
has also had a couple of short stories published in Men for Hire and Men for Hire
2 (Luminosity Publishing) and even
had some rather raunchy poems included in Coming
Together in Verse.
Not everyone is perfect – but it’s the
character flaws which make them interesting, she believes. As in life, things
don’t always run smoothly, but it’s the twists and turns which provide the
drive to keep going, even when it just feels like an uphill struggle. Bella is
currently fighting her own battle against breast cancer – a battle which she is
determined to win – and believes that all women have the right to feel sexy
even when they are battle-scarred.
A creature born in sin and debauchery, Markus Theo doesn’t care which orifice sates his incubus lust. After all, in the city's lower echelon no one pays attention to a petty thief sucking on souls so long as his victims remain breathing—until a sexy half-incubus cop cuffs him to table for more than questioning. A prison cell is the least of his worries when tempting Detective Leo Vincent collars him and ignites a hunger like no other. Something stirs beyond the carnal greed and one kiss brands his damned soul.
Lost in a world of submission and sin, Markus will do anything for his lover—even infiltrate the underbelly of an incubus crime operation. He never expects to confront a piece of his past that could destroy everything. Torn between losing Leo or his anonymity, Markus prepares to sacrifice his freedom for the one man he truly loves.
