Description A new western series that goes from steamy to scorching hot! Cal’s work at the ranch is hard, and he’s not happy to be forced to hire on a city boy. But Brandon turns out to be more than Cal expected, and soon Cal is struggling with his newfound attraction towards his new ranch hand. [Warning: some steamy scenes involving masturbation and a homoerotic dream sequence]

Cal’s new ranch hand is working out well . . . maybe too well. Ever since the dream he had, Cal can’t stop thinking about Brandon’s lean and muscled body while he touches himself. After Brandon saves his life in a freak accident, Cal must think of a way to repay him. Will Cal give into his wildest urges and ride Brandon hard? [Warning: contains explicit scenes of oral and anal sex, and a lot of rough riding!] EXCERPT: Today in the hay things had gotten out of hand. Cal had let his guard down, and in all the rough and tumble he had found himself enjoying it, enjoying it too much. He let his mind replay the incident, remembering the feel of Brandon’s strong arms picking him up, gripping him around the waist like that—Cal’s drew a sharp breath inwardly as he pictured Brandon tackling him, but instead of stopping there continuing to pin him down, pin him against the hay. In his head he felt Brandon push his shoulders back and press their bodies into sweet contact. Brandon’s full, soft lips, his rough and sandy hair, his chest deeply tanned from just two months of summer sunshine. Feeling his cock twitch at the image of Brandon’s innocent face, Cal slipped his hand down under the blanket and began to stroke himself. He bit his lip. What he was doing was bad, he had no doubt of that. It wasn’t natural, it wasn’t right. But oh god, those lips, those hot, swollen lips. Cal imagined Brandon’s mouth encircling his dick, his lips moving slowly over the shaft, and he swallowed hard as he worked his hand over his weeping cock, now completely erect.

Cal isn’t ready to admit that the night before last meant anything to him. But Brandon knows the truth, knows that Cal is lonelier than he admits to himself. In order to prove it to Cal, he’ll stop at nothing - including tying Cal up and showing him what a real cowboy is all about! [Warning: explicit anal and oral sex, spanking, rimming, bondage, and some rough riding!] EXCERPT: “Harder,” he whispered, tilting his head away so that Brandon wouldn’t see the tears. “Please don’t stop.” Brandon increased the rhythm, stroking him harder and harder until his hips bucked against the hay and his cock jerked against Brandon’s hand. Arcs of electic energy pulsed across his body and flashes of white clouded his vision as his hips jumped up once, twice, his cock releasing the load into Brandon’s hot palm. He could feel Brandon’s fingers covered in his come, sliding slickly over the sensitive head. He bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut, the mixture of shame and pleasure overwhelming, his body still tensing and untensing from the climax. Brandon kissed him tenderly on the forehead. Cal wanted to hug him, to press into him and never let go, but he shook in terror at the intensity of the feeling he believed would send him straight to hell. Lying there, his cheek against the prickling hay, he shivered at the thought. “Don’t be afraid,” Brandon said, and Cal thought he could read minds. Or who knows; maybe he could just read Cal? “I know what you want,” Brandon whispered, and Cal froze. Tears welled up in his eyes from some terrible place within him. You. I want you. “I know, and it’s okay.” Again Brandon pressed a kiss to his temple, getting up to leave and wiping his sticky hand on his jeans. He stopped in the doorway to look back at Cal once, and then he was gone, leaving Cal alone on the floor of the hayloft.

A new ranch hand series that’s rougher than ever! Cal’s world is turned on end when the ranch owner decides to fire Brandon. If this is their last week together, though, they’re going to make it a time to remember... \[ explicit descriptions of oral sex, anal sex, and rough bondage.\] Deep in concentration, Cal didn’t hear the noise from behind him. He saw the shadow a split second too late, turning just as the rope landed over his head and slid down his body. The lasso was pulled tight against his ankles and his boots were jerked out from under him. “Son of a bitch!” he said, landing on his ass on the hard playa. A cloud of dust puffed out from where he hit the ground. “Whooee!” Brandon rode his horse up next to Cal and stopped right over him. Cal raised his hand to block out the glaring sun, seeing nothing but a halo of light around the ranch hand’s rough blond hair. Brandon hopped off the horse in one swift motion, and Cal watched his body move, amazed at how lithe the city boy had become in his time there on the ranch. “Did you see that?” Brandon said, hands on his hips. He was in awe of himself. “Saw it? My ass felt it,” Cal said, leaning to untie the rope from around his ankles. Brandon yanked the rope again, though, and Cal was knocked off balance back onto the ground. “Swear to christ Imma knock you to pieces if you do that again,” Cal growled. “That a promise?” Brandon asked. Cal moved to untie the rope but Brandon was too fast, on top of him in a second, pinning him down against the dusty ground. “You’re a goddamn nuisance,” Cal said, struggling only halfheartedly. Brandon was stronger than he looked, and there was no way Cal was going to get out from under him. Although the man straddling him had a lean figure, his body was all muscle, hard and taut from working as a ranch hand. “Nuisance, huh?” Brandon’s voice was teasing now, coy. “You sure you want to call a man names when he has you tied up all helpless?” “Could get out if I wanted to,” Cal said, knowing he couldn’t. Brandon raised one eyebrow. “C’mon,” Cal said, resorting to pleading. “Got work to do.” The sun was slipping down across the sky quickly, and if he didn’t get the herd sorted by dusk— “No more work,” Brandon said, slipping two rough, thick fingers under Cal’s waistline. Cal gulped. Suddenly the desert air had turned his throat dry, bone dry. It didn’t help matters when Brandon shifted back and leaned his head forward, pressing a hard kiss to Cal’s hipbone. “Jesus, Brandon,” Cal said. “We can’t—it’s not—we’re in the open.” “Ain’t nobody around but cows and cacti,” Brandon said, his breath warm against Cal’s skin, “and they’re not telling a word to noone.”