A Tucker Springs Novel
The trails around Tucker
Springs, Colorado, are perfect for horseback riding, and Nathan finally has the
horse he’s been saving to buy for years. So it just figures that the first day
he takes Tsarina out for a ride, some guy on a motorcycle spooks her and she
throws him, leaving him with two broken limbs and no chance of enjoying the
trails for the rest of the summer.
Mechanic and nomadic
motorcycle enthusiast Ryan feels awful that his wrong turn resulted in injury
and inconvenience. To atone, he offers to exercise Tsarina for Nathan, with one
caveat: Nathan will have to teach him how to ride.
Lessons turn to friendship
and then to mutual attraction, but Nathan is determined that attraction is
where it ends. He’s been hurt before, and he knows Ryan will never settle down.
He might just be too skittish to give them a chance—unless Ryan can convince
him to get back in the saddle.
Second Edition
First Edition published by
Riptide Publishing, October 2013.
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Cat gives this one 4
Meows with a 3 Purr heat index...
After the Fall is another
great addition the Tucker Springs series. Even though if you have read some of
the others you will recognize Nathan and if like me, had been hoping for his
story, You can follow this just fine as a standalone.
Nathan has sworn off
relationships after being hurt twice and seeing his two best friends falling
apart after a long-term relationship, he has no desire to start one.
Ethan is a nomad that
likes his freedom. He has no real friends and goes where life takes him. He meets Nathan when his motorcycle spooks
Nathan's horse throwing him.
I liked both characters
and always love L.A. Witt books. This
book is written in first person and Nathan's view so we get mostly Nathan's
inner struggles. I loved the rapport between the two men, the slow burn, the
developing friendship, and the second chance aspect as well.
My only issue was, with
the book in Nathan's view only I would have liked more of Ethan's growing
feelings and background.
Excerpt…
IF THERE was one thing I
hated about hospitals, it was the endless waiting. Okay, it was better than the
alternative; being first in line at an emergency room usually meant a shovel
sticking out of your skull or something. But sitting on the hard exam table,
both bored out of my mind and nervous about what the doctor would say when he
finally came in, was not my favorite way to spend an afternoon.
I closed my eyes and
rubbed my face with the hand that wasn’t fucked-up.
I’d already been down to
radiology to have everything X-rayed. There was no way my leg would be good as
new after staying off it for a few days and maybe icing it a bit. This was bad.
Real bad. And the way my throbbing hand was swelling up and didn’t want to move?
That wasn’t promising either.
At least I wasn’t tied
down to the board anymore. The doc had decided I didn’t have any spinal
injuries, which was the biggest concern, so they’d let me off the board and
taken off the cervical collar. The damage was done—I was sure I had more spasms
happening than I had muscles—but I could move and stretch any body parts that
were willing or able to move. I could deal with the stiffness and pain. Sort
of.
A nurse came in for the
umpteenth time to make sure I was doing okay. As she checked my vitals, she
glanced at my hand and scowled but didn’t say anything.
I self-consciously tucked
that hand against my side. Not that I could hide it, but that didn’t stop me
from trying. Every time someone examined my hand, I was sure they could tell
what had happened. As if there were some sort of CSI-style animation playing in
their minds demonstrating how my unscathed fist had collided with the biker’s
face and done whatever damage now lurked underneath my skin. Or his. I wanted
to explain to every one of them that I hadn’t meant to hit him. That was not
like me. So not like me!
What if he presses
charges? Could I go to jail for that?
L.A. Witt is an abnormal
M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze
of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain.
In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the
country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing
herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands
these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South
America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell
Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of
those twits can keep their mouths shut…
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