Sagebrush Cowboys 4-6 Signed SPECIAL EDITION - Volume 2 - MM Cowboy Romance

Rowan
I moved to Sagebrush for peace. I wanted a quiet practice and a fresh start away from my chaotic past. I wasn't looking for trouble. And I definitely wasn't looking for Brooks Callahan. He’s the town grump. Rugged, stubborn, and too proud to admit he needs help. I should keep my distance. But when the worst snowstorm in decades hits, I’m the only one who can save him. Now we’re trapped in his cabin, the world frozen outside, and the only heat coming is from the friction between us.

Brooks
I don’t do distractions. I have a ranch to run and a past I keep buried. Rowan Walsh is nothing but a distraction. He’s a sharp-tongued city vet who doesn’t belong here. I told myself to stay away. Then the ice took me down. Rowan found me half-frozen. He dragged me to safety. He crawled into my bed to keep me alive. Now the storm has us locked in, and my walls are coming down. He saved my life. But if I let him in, he might just break my heart.

Welcome to the storm of the century. Where the nights are freezing, the cabin is small, and the body heat is rising.

Saddles and Snowstorms features: 🤠 Grumpy Rancher x Sunshine Vet ❄️ Forced Proximity (Snowed In) 🤕 Hurt/Comfort & Caretaking 🔥 "Only One Bed"

**From Book #5 - Dust and Desire**
Excerpt from Chapter Six: Dustin
My heart was pounding when I got back to my cabin. I slammed the door behind me, pressing my back against the cool door. Sweat ran down my forehead and neck from the heat and the running. I could barely believe what I’d seen.
Alex fucking Reyes… butt ass naked and dripping wet. God… I’d never gotten so hard so fast in my entire life.
His body was even more perfect than I’d imagined during those nights I’d lain awake, staring at the ceiling, trying not to think about him. The sun had kissed every inch of his tanned skin, highlighting the defined muscles of his back, the curve of his ass, the strong thighs. I pressed the heel of my palm against my crotch, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
“Fuck,” I muttered, pushing away from the door.
I needed a shower. A cold one. But even as I thought it, I knew cold water wouldn’t wash away the image burned into my retinas. I saw Alex standing in that river, water sluicing down his body, and completely unaware of my presence. Well, until he caught me that was.
But there wasn’t time to think about that. Not right now.
I stripped off my sweat-damp shirt and tossed it onto the bed, then kicked off my boots. My jeans followed, and I nearly groaned with relief when I freed my cock from my underwear. It stood at attention, harder than it had been in months. Maybe years.
This was still new to me, wanting a man this badly. I’d known I was gay since high school. Of course, that didn’t stop me from pushing it down all those years and marrying Ali in the vain hope that it would someday just go away. Still, even after the coming out and the divorce, I’d never felt this kind of raw, desperate need before. Not for anyone.
I stumbled into the tiny bathroom and turned on the shower. Not cold. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. I wanted… no needed release.