About Bullriders
Written by Lorne Rodman
172 pages/61500 words
ISBN: 1-934166-77-4, 978-1-934166-77-2
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Farley is a big fan of the extreme sport of bullriding. He follows the minor league riders from town to town, and he know their scores, their stats, and the brand of jeans they wear. Which is why he's so excited to meet one of the Morrell brothers at an autograph signing one day after an event.
Chris and Cody Morrell are young, up and coming bullriders, brothers, and once in a great while, rivals at the game of love. They both like Farley, both go for him, so what're a pair of hot headed cowboys to do?
Share of course. But Chris and Cody have a secret of their own, one they're not sure Farley can handle. Will they be able to work it out so all three of them can be happy?
Review
Dallas Coleman, author of When the Bloom is on the Sage, writes:
I do love me some cowboys, and there's no better type of rodeo cowboy than a bullrider. They're pure male, pure guts and glory and tough down to the core. Of course, if one is good, two is better, right?
Of course, right.
Brothers Chris and Cody Morrell are hot-headed, bad-tempered, full of piss and vinegar and completely bowl over young Farley Robertson with their fighting and… well, you know…
This story is straightforward, hot and edged with that hint of melancholy that this writer is known for. It's obvious Lorne knows the rodeo scene, knows cowboys to the core and knows how to write sex, making it plentiful and varied.
Be aware, if brotherly love isn't your cup of tea, this one isn't for you. If that's not an issue and you need a good ride? This is a solid read.
Sample
Farley Robertson was sitting down near the bullring, just absorbing it all. He couldn’t get seats this good -- not when he was sort of following the bull riding circuit and going to all the events, but they hadn't booted him out yet so he'd climbed down, just to be near the arena for a bit as he updated his book.
He carefully checked the board to make sure he had Chris and Cody Morrell's numbers right. It was easy enough to mix them up, being brothers and all and damned near as good as each other. He spent a moment remembering those two beautiful bubble butts. They were like two peas in a pod and studly peas at that.
Almost as hot as Patch Williams who was currently winning everything in sight. Farley kind of had a thing for cowboys. Well, bull riders in particular, with their hard bodies. God, they were just studs, no question about it.
He put his stats book away and pushed his hat up out of his eyes and promptly fell over his feet against the fence. He'd had them long enough, he should know where they were now and not trip over them at the most inopportune times. Like when the bull riders were coming out of back. God, he was a dork.
He didn't bother pushing his hat back, kind of glad now it covered his red face and headed for the exit.
"Hey, buddy. You okay?" Oh. Oh, it was one of the Morrell brothers, though he couldn't tell which one. They'd all come out to sign autographs for the kids along the rail, and oh... There was a warm, hard hand under his elbow as he stumbled again.
God, could he be any more of a dork?
"Yeah." Oh yeah, he could, there went his voice, all squeaky. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Just got up too fast. Thanks."
"No problem." He got a grin, and he could tell now that was Cody, because he had a gap between his two front teeth and Chris didn't. Cody had also ridden his bull tonight, while Chris had made it all of two and a half of the eight required seconds.
"Great ride, man. I mean, really. That was cool. I thought you were a goner there at four seconds when Big Horn bucked to the right like that? But you just went with him -- thing of beauty." He shut his mouth and pushed his hat back up and hoped Cody Morrell didn't think he was a total idiot.
"Yeah, he almost had me down in the well, but he turned back on my free hand and I was able to get right. Unlike doofus over here." Cody reached out and poked his brother Chris, who was just as cute, and maybe a half inch taller and whose eyes were just as green. Chris frowned instead of smiling, though, mainly at his brother.
"Asshole."
"You just caught an unlucky break is all," Farley told Chris. "You'll get it next time." And he was staring, from one to the other and he should probably just go so they didn't think he was a stalker, but damn. They were even hotter up close and personal like this.
"Luck, hell." Cody's grin widened. "He got up on his rope hand and let his legs come up the back."
Maybe they wouldn't even notice him staring, because Chris whapped Cody hard on the arm. "I know what I did wrong, shithead."
"Chris! There's kids around."
He was going to protest that he wasn't a kid when he realized Cody probably meant the actual kids that were getting autographs from the other bull riders and he realized maybe he should let them get to it instead of standing and drooling over them. Oh God, he wasn't actually drooling, was he?
His hand was halfway to his mouth before he realized that was gonna make him seem like an even bigger dork and so he just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights, only in his case it was dork caught in the stud lights.
Now it was Chris who looked at him with concern. "You okay, man? You need to get away from the arena? The dust can get bad if you've got asthma or allergies."
And bless the man for giving him an out, but Farley knew the lie wouldn't go past his lips and sure enough, there he was, shaking his head. "No, I just tripped. Comes from having two left feet and one of them usually in my mouth at that."
Both brothers laughed, their eyes crinkling up at the corners, and wow, that was just lethal. Cody turned away as some kid tugged on his arm, but Chris stayed focused on him. "So do you come to a lot of the events?"
He nodded and without thinking, pulled his stats book out of his bag. Okay, just because he was a superdork? Didn't mean he had to advertise. He was not going to mention what the book was for. He wasn't. "I do. I just love it."
"Cool. It's neat to see a fan who's older than twelve. Not that I don't like the kids, but it's good to know you like what we do."
Farley nodded eagerly. "I do. I keep stats and everything." He ducked his head, hat falling into his eyes again. Way to go, Farley, way to not be twelve.
"Oh, Lord. Then you know how many times I've landed on my ass." Chris didn't sound like he thought Farley was a dork at all.
He nodded and pushed his hat back up out of his face. "A few more than last year. I thought maybe you hurt something -- it looks like you've been favoring your right shoulder a bit."
"I did. Rotator cuff. You're pretty observant." Moving closer, Chris sorta crowded his brother out of the way as Cody signed photographs. "So who do you like for top scoring rider this year? Patch?"
Farley swallowed. Wow. Close up like this he could smell Chris. Sweat and soap and horses and bulls and wow that was nice.
"If he keeps going the way he has been, yeah, he's going to be unbeatable."
"Yeah. Thing is? His little woman is due to pop out a baby in two months. That's not even halfway through the season. He'll be hard pressed to do long nights with her and ride well." There was no smug satisfaction there. In fact, Chris seemed sorry to say it. He'd heard a lot about how the guys on the circuit got to be like family. "So what are you doing for supper?"
He blinked at the change of subject and blurted out the truth. "Peanut butter and jam sandwiches. Unless I'm out of jam."
"Oh, you can do better than that. How about coming out with me to Eddie's Barbeque? They have good beef sandwiches, or even brisket."
Oh, God. Close your mouth, Farley, just shut it right now. He did. And he nodded. "That'd be awesome," his mouth said before his brain could stop it. He did a little quick calculation in his head. He could manage a basket of fries and a coke at least or maybe a beef sandwich if he drank water. It wasn't like he was going to be able to eat anyway with Chris across the table from him.
"Cool."
"What's cool?" Cody turned back just in time, staring back and forth between them. Chris just nodded toward him.
"Uh. Oh, man. What's your name?"
"Oh! Farley, Farley Robertson." He held out his free hand, managing to resist the urge to wipe it on his pants to make sure he wasn't too sweaty.
Shaking firmly, Chris continued. "Farley and I are gonna head off to supper. See you back at the motel?"
The weirdest look crossed Cody's face, but he nodded. "Sure, man. It was nice to meet you, Farley."
He held his hand out to Cody, got a shake from him, too and Farley was just about over the moon. He wasn't going to say he'd never wash his hand again, because that was just plain dumb. It was tempting though. Really, really tempting. "The pleasure was all mine. Really."
"Maybe we'll see you around."
A long look passed between the brothers, and then Cody moved on, trotting to catch up with some other rider. Oh, he hoped he hadn't taken Cody's ride. He didn't have time to worry on it, though, because Chris was climbing over the rail between them, hopping down to clap him on the back. "Come on, man."
Good thing he didn't subscribe to that no washing thing, because his shirt would have been right next to his hand in the reeking category. He nodded and grinned and prayed he didn't trip over his feet again as he hurried to keep up with Chris.