Release Date: Mar 25, 2009
ISBN (10): 1-60370-662-3
Publisher: Torquere Press
Publisher Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1867
Amazon: Animal Attraction 2
Blurb: From the jungles of the Amazon to the snow-capped mountains of remote China, animals of all kinds are in Animal Attraction 2, a new anthology of short stories from Torquere Press. A follow-up to the first anthology in the series, Animal Attraction, (released in 2007) these six long stories have a way of making men come together-in all sorts of sexy ways.
Editor Vincent Diamond (Rough Cut, Men of Mystery, Hot Cops) is donating 10% of the editor's proceeds to Gentle Giants Draft Horse Rescue based in Maryland (http://www.gentlegiantsdrafthorserescue.com/) and Florida Draft Horse Rescue (http://www.drafthorserescue.org/) based in Florida. These non-profit charities provide rescue and rehab efforts for the draft breeds of horses: Belgians, Clydesdales, Percherons, Shires, and other heavy breeds.
Animal Attraction 2 is available in e-book and print formats from Torquere Press; In addition, Animal Attraction 1 is also on sale!
From "Rodeo Mafia" by Julia Talbot.
Harley let Lanny sleep in the next day. Hell, the kid had earned it. He did about three hours of work, had a coffee break with his foreman, and cleaned the living room up. Then he went to tempt the kid into a hot shower and a ride in the truck over this his buddy Nathan's sheep farm.
He opened the bedroom door, getting an eyeful of... well, there were a lot of bruises, but more than that, there was a long, full cock, a flat belly, a mess of pubes crowning the sweet morning hard on. Someone must've got hot last night. Hot and naked.
Suddenly it was like he'd swallowed a bucket of sand, and his cock surprised him by hardening right up in return, hopeful like. Man, it had been too long.
Harley backed off and closed the door, knocking loud enough to wake the dead.
"Urmph?" He heard a creak, then a thump, then a groan and chuckle.
"Morning. I'm fixing to make some food. Want some?"
"Sure. I can help. Give me ten minutes to, uh, shower?"
"You bet." He beat feet, not wanting to think what Lanny might get up to.
Of course he did, didn't he? Think about it. The whole ten minutes.
He thought about it so much that he worried he was going to have to go change his jeans. There might be a wet spot on the ones he was wearing.
"All clean, man." All clean and in another pair of well-worn jeans and a tight T-shirt.
The man had a nice belly. He'd seen it bare, and now he could imagine it, and other things, going on under the cloth. Hot damn.
"What can I do to help? Thanks for not riding me yesterday. I was exhausted."
"No problem." Was everything that came out of Lanny's mouth going to be suggestive today. "How are you at toast?"
"I am a toast master, cowboy. Butter, jelly, nut butter - you name it, I can spread it." Someone was cheerful.
"Are you messing with me?" Harley turned on a dime, getting in Lanny's face.
The guy stilled, smile disappearing like a switch was turned off. "No. Where's the bread?"
"I..." Oh, crap. He was just stretched thin. "I'm sorry."
Harley held up his hands, backing off. He was an idiot. "The bread's over in the breadbox. I actually have one. A breadbox. I need to... did you know you sleep naked?"
Harley fled to the bathroom after that, just for a minute, splashing water on his fiery cheeks.
By the time he came out, there was the smell of toast, eggs cooking. Lanny was stirring at the stove, two plates on the counter.
"Smells good," he tried, going for friendly and calm.
"I hope you like scrambled." The toast popped up and Lanny grabbed it, buttered two pieces and put them on a plate.
"I do. Thank you." He was a little bit more together now, thanks to cold water in a few other places. "I'm sorry. I was a little overheated."
"Cool." The eggs went on a plate, the whole thing handed over to him.
"Thanks." He missed the laughter. Hell, he'd only had it a few bare minutes.
Harley sat to eat, and Lanny made his own plate, washing out the pan and getting a cup of coffee before he sat. "I'm sorry about the naked thing, man. I got hot, I guess."
"No. Don't apologize. I should have knocked before I looked in on you."
Stared at Lanny's parts. Imagined things.
"Was it that bad, man? I mean, I know I'm not like... Marlboro man hot or anything, but seeing me in the buff never destroyed a man's day before."
"No! I mean, it wasn't bad at all. Got me worked up, and then I swear, everything you said sounded like a tease."
"I'm not big into the tease thing. It seems... basically uncool."
"Well, I said it was my bad." It was, too. Harley rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to be evil.
"You did." Lanny stood up, leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips, straightforward and hot at all get out.
His eyes flew open wide, his mouth opening on a gasp, which just let Lanny in. Damn. Oh, damn.
Jesus christ, somebody was very into kisses, tongue pushing into his lips, exploring his mouth.
He had never been with someone who liked the kissing. Well, not since Mary Lynn Barton, in tenth grade. He'd still been trying to be straight. This was very, very different.
Lanny kissed him until he was nearly stupid with it, then leaned back.
"Uh... Uh-huh." Wow. Jesus. That didn't even begin to cover it. "Do it again?"
"Yeah." This time, one of those warm hands wrapped around the back of his neck and tugged him into the kisses, lips open to let him in.
Harley closed his eyes and went with it, licking at Lanny's lower lip, tasting the man a bit. Damn.
Lanny's other hand slid up his thigh, settling, hot and solid on his leg.