About A Cowboy Family Christmas

by BA Tortuga
38 pages / 12350 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-574-5, 1-60370-574-0
Available file types - html. lit, pdf, prc

Coke and Dillon are looking forward to a quiet Christmas at Dillon's place in Idaho. They have puppies, snow, and a hot tub with a view. What more could two tired cowboys ask for? Dillon's big family are determined to make it more exciting, though, especially when Dillon's sister decides they need to host the family dinner.

When Coke gets a call that a dear friend is in trouble, though, he and Dillon know they have to mount up and head out to help. Will they be able to prove that the family you choose is just as important as the one you're born with?

Sample

The finals were over, and Dillon was usually glad to see a break coming, but this year he was intensely relieved. Coke had worked the last event before the finals, had worked the two grueling weeks of the big championship, and damn.

Coke had gotten knocked around a little.

Dillon had never been so glad to see a couple of feet of snow.

It was damned cold out there, though, so he was glad he'd paid one of his cousins to open up his house, to come in and clean and even lay out a fire for him. It made his place seem pleasantly lodge-like.

"Home sweet hovel, Coke. Come in and warm up."

Coke kept looking around, eyes wide, the healed scar on the tanned face pulling a little as he put the puppy crate down just inside the living room. "Oh, cowboy. It's like a picture."

"You like?" When he moved to Coke's place, they could keep his for a vacation house. Oh, Coke hadn't asked, he might never, but Dillon had hope.

He rubbed his hands together, dropping his bag and heading right for the fireplace. The cold was a shock after Los Angeles.

"It's amazing." Coke set his stuff down, looking at the floors, his boots. "You want me to take my boots off, so I don't track mud?"

"If you want. It looks like hardwood, but it's that laminate stuff. It cleans anything off." Somewhere he had a big, fluffy pair of socks set aside for Coke.

"Cool." Coke came over, hands sliding around his waist. "I didn't want to mess up your floors."

"Babe, I am so not a neat freak, eh? The only reason it's so sparkly right now is because my cousin Grace thinks all houses should look like Home and Garden." Dillon leaned back against Coke, hands covering those heavy, scarred ones.

"Mmm. The fire is pretty." Coke hummed nice and soft. "I've been looking forward to this for a month of Sundays."

"Me too." He put a couple more logs on before turning and giving Coke a kiss. "We could pull the couch over."

"We could." Those hands landed on his ass, drew him right up close. "Two months. We got two months, cowboy. You and me."

Coke Pharris sounded young, excited, incredibly joyous and it was all for him. That made him damned happy, deep inside. Dillon swayed in, took another little kiss, just to keep them warm.

Two months to rest, to play. To get Coke healed a hundred percent.

Talk about Christmas.

It was like paradise. Well, maybe Winter Wonderland. He couldn't wait to bundle Coke up and take him on a sleigh ride. "So, you want the tour?"

"Absolutely." Coke winked at him. "You ain't gonna make me stay in the basement, are you?"