Wordy Wednesday: An Excerpt from Auld Lang Syne by Tia Fielding
This week I'm posting something different for Wordy Wednesday: an excerpt from a soon-to-be released book.
Tia Fielding's Auld Lang Syne will be published next month by Dreamspinner Press. If you love cowboys, this book is for you.
After leaving trouble behind, Jackson Way has found a home on the Triple-R, but he hasn’t found that one perfect horse—and men are pretty thin on the ground as well. Jack’s got a once-a-year hookup with a carnival worker, but it’s been quite some time since the carnival’s been by. When the ranch owner’s nephew comes to the Triple-R to work, Jackson has to admit, Blair McRae can tempt a man.
But Jackson’s not the only one with a past to make a man skittish, and Blair’s not willing to risk his bruised heart if Jackson’s not ready to let go of his past. Jackson had to work hard, be patient, and let go of the past to get his one perfect horse—is he willing to go to the same lengths to hold on to that one perfect man?
Not enough? Tia also shared this awesome excerpt:
A couple of years after he had been hired, the old stable master, Greg Jenkins, had retired and moved to Houston where his daughter was living. Jack had been nervous as hell. After all it wasn’t something he would ask for, the job.
He didn’t have to ask. The evening before Greg’s departure in the gatehouse, as the staff’s quarters were called, there was a knock on the door. Seamus walked in, and the youngest ranch hands cleared out. Only Greg, Jack, and some others were left.
“Lads,” Seamus had greeted them, and everyone, even Greg, who was a good fifteen years older than the boss, had murmured a greeting. “Jackson, can I talk to you and Greg in private?” Seamus had asked and that had cleared the room completely.
They had sat in the kitchen and Seamus had looked from Jack to Greg and back before grinning widely. “So, Greg here is leavin’ us to go live with his lass. Now I’m wondering who should be the stable master. What do you two have to say to that?” Then Seamus had leaned back in his usual style and grinned at them again.
“As I see it, Jack is more than capable. Besides, he knows more about the breeding side of things than I do. I’m more of a straightforward cowboy type with the horses. If you’re going into breeding, you need him here. He might be a tad young, but he can do it all,” Greg had said and Jack had been in awe. First of all, it was the most he had heard the older man talk, ever. Secondly, he was getting praise, which didn’t happen often at all. Not because he was doing a bad job or anything, but because Greg just didn’t give praise to anyone.
“Jack?” Seamus’s eyes had turned to him, and Jack had swallowed hard.
“Well… I mean sure, I want the job more than anything. There’s just….” He swallowed again, fidgeted, and then blushed. At twenty-seven he was pretty much over the whole blushing thing or so he had thought, but no.
“Aye?” Seamus had asked and raised a brow at his stuttering.
“I’m… there’s something you need to know… about me. Before you hire me for anything more than a stable hand.” Jack had forced the words out and then cleared his throat when all he got was silence. He looked back at Seamus and forced the rest of his confession out, “I’m gay.”
“Oh…,” Seamus said, and Greg looked away. Jack tried to figure out what it was Seamus was thinking, but couldn’t really come to any conclusions. Then all of sudden a huge grin was back on Seamus’s face, and he laughed heartily, much to Jack’s surprise and shock.
“That certainly explains the last three years. I mean you never seem to be quite as lively as when the carnival is in town. And I happen to know that a certain blond plays on your team.” Then Seamus had laughed even more, and Jack had blushed beetroot red. Even Greg had chuckled under his breath.
Had he been that transparent? His first year at the ranch had been okay, but when the carnival came into town and he had gone to the bar with the ranch hands, he had met Peter. Now Peter was nothing like Jack. He was a six-foot-two blond god. A god with piercings and tattoos and a lanky body with lean muscles and the most erotic voice Jack had ever heard.
Yeah, he had fallen hard and fast and spent three nights in Peter’s trailer, having the time of his life. That was how it went from there on, every year for three or four nights at the end of July the carnival came in. Jack would sneak away from Three R and get fucked into oblivion by the gorgeous Peter.
“Eh… yeah…,” he had mumbled, and after a moment Seamus had gotten more serious again.
“You gotta know that it makes no difference to me. Hell, I have a nephew who’s gay, and I never had any problem with that. I mean I might have been raised as a Catholic, but it’s my folks’ beliefs, not mine,” Seamus had said. “So you want the job or not?”
“Hell yes!” Jack had grinned. They had shaken on it. And that had been it.
I can't wait to read more about Jackson and Blair!