Finding love isn’t easy, and holding onto it can be even harder. In this anthology, harsh words and miscommunication between men aren’t helpful, and jealous lovers with well-meaning best friends always make things worse, except when they don’t. It could be a desperate cowboy seeking a home or a dorky associate with questionable fashion sense and self-esteem; a manager who sticks to his principles despite ridicule, or a cheating fiancé and a broken wedding. Can a jaded grocery store worker find satisfaction, or a bouncer forgive the bassist who tricked him into sex? Perhaps it’s the things we do that make our wishes and demands come true. Contains the stories: A Cowboy For Keeps: Slim Montagne stumbles over a bruised cowboy on his way out of town. Daniel "Danny" Crane is a world-weary drifter who has stopped believing in humanity. When Slim offers Danny a place to stay, he figures there’s nothing left to lose. Back at the ranch, Slim introduces Dan...hey end up arguing constantly at work, despite the sexual tension between them. Georgie decides it’s time for a change. Will Ry tag along for the ride? Romancing the Bouncer: Ben Pachowski is a bouncer at Throwbacks. Monty Mabuse, bass player for a popular band that performs there, wants Ben, but he won’t do anything but flirt. Monty plays dirty to get in Ben’s pants, and it backfires. Having alienated Ben, Monty has to figure out how to make amends. He has his work cut out for him, but a little romance could go a long way. The Best Man for Me: Royce Lummis' fiancé is a no-show at the rehearsal; worst of all, he sees him kissing another man. Heartbroken, Royce accepts the offer of a couch from Rodney Fanning—his best man and ex-boyfriend. Though they have history between them, Rodney is a good friend and Royce's heart slowly heals. It's almost too late when Royce finally realizes that Rodney is the best man for him. Will he get his man?

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At three o’clock sharp, a customer appears at my desk. I am on the phone, facing away from the front of the office so, using hand gestures, I let the person know I’ll be done in a moment. Caller taken care of, I turn to greet our customer.


My jaw drops, my stomach clenches, and my ass starts to burn. It can’t be!My wet dream has come to life. I have never seen his face in my dreams, but the body is damn familiar—tall (about six feet), muscular, and, taking a guess at the bulge in his tight designer blue jeans, pretty damn thick.


He has a strong face, and high cheekbones. His skin is the color of creamed coffee, and his hair, dark brown and wavy, hung to his neck. He has a tattoo of a scorpion on his left bicep, visible just below his tight-fitting, dark green, short-sleeved polo shirt. He has small gold hoops in both ears. Isthisis our new client? Have mercy!


As I struggle for composure, he gives me a slow, sexy smile. He has dimples—dimples! Oh my God! Deeeeeep breath.


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