Hey
everyone and thank you so much to N.J. Nielsen for inviting me to visit! With
the holidays approaching, I want to take time out to bring attention to our men
and women in uniform who won’t be sitting in front of a Christmas tree with
their loved ones. Instead, they will be in a dirty tent, in the middle of God
knows where, doing their job to give us yet another blessed day with our loved
ones. They go without a huge buffet of food and settle for a MRE. They
sacrifice sleep, food, comforts, and being with the people they love year after
year. Please take a moment and be thankful, say a prayer, and know that they’ve
got this shit! Cherish your loved ones, and celebrate not only for you, but for
all of our soldiers also. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Blurb:
Willow
Brooke was born in Northern California and has moved around frequently,
currently settling in Colorado. She has three children that are the light of
her life and two dogs that insist on taking up half the bed at night.
When her
nose isn’t stuck in a book or her fingers flying away at her computer, Willow
loves spontaneously taking off to find an adventure of her own. Whether it be
fishing, riding horses or quads, or walking the streets of the city to the
local shops and concerts, the world is her entertainment. She is a laid back,
take it as it comes and roll with the times kind of girl who knows how to find
humor in just about anything.
So take
a seat, hold on tight, and let her take you for one hell of a ride!
Excerpt:
“Ssshhh.
It’s going to be okay, sugar. Sit right here for a minute and let me look at Bandit.”
She nodded, the streams streaking down her little pink cheeks. Vince reached
over and soothed the horse, talking softly. “Easy, boy. That’s it. You took a
pretty good jolt, didn’t ya?” He examined the scratches on the horse’s head and
noted a few stitches would probably be needed to seal the wound. When he
reached for Bandit’s front leg, the horse whinnied. “Whoa, boy. Let me look.” The
horse’s leg didn’t appear to be broke, but it’d need x-rayed and treated just
the same. Vince pulled out his cell phone and punched a few numbers, sighing in
relief when Dave Mars answered. Dave was Doc Mar’s oldest son and had become
one of the best vets in Justice for livestock. He quickly greeted him and
explained the situation, relieved that Dave was able to come right over. When
he hung up, Vince turned back to a still sobbing little girl and smiled. “That
was Dave Mars. He’s on his way over to take a look at Bandit. Everything’s
gonna be okay, sweetheart. Why don’t you run back to the house and let them
know you aren’t hurt, okay?”
“‘Kay.
You won’t leave Bandit alone, will you?” She petted the side of Bandit’s neck,
the horse nuzzling her little hand in reassurance.
“No,
baby, I won’t leave him alone.”
Heather
leaned down and kissed Bandit’s nose, careful not to get near the gash on the
horse’s cheek. He looked up at her and rubbed her cheek, his concern for her
evident. The animal was more worried about her than the wounds it had. Heather
reluctantly stood and stared back toward the house, thanking Vince for helping.
“I’ll take Majesty and unsaddle her.”
“Thank
you, Heather. You are a very big girl. Once Bandit is patched up you can come
out to the barn and say goodnight.”
“‘Kay.”
Heather mounted Majesty and walked her back toward the barn, her little sobs
fading in the distance. Mac trotted behind them as their own personal
bodyguard, intent on seeing her home safe. He was a soldier through and
through.
Vince
sat down next to Bandit in an attempt to keep the horse still until the vet got
there. If he were to try to stand, it’d only hurt him more. His wait wasn’t
long. He heard the sound of a truck pulling up the drive and watched it enter
the gate into the pasture, coming toward them. Bandit started to squirm but
Vince held his bridle and continued talking to him, relieved when the truck
stopped a good distance away. When the driver’s side door opened, Vince
gasped.
Strolling
toward him carrying a large medical bag was the Mar’s son he’d secretly
fantasized about since the night he’d met him. He'd been dating Nathan, Dave’s
brother, for quite some time now but he couldn’t help but drool over the
thought of Dave. The two were similar in looks and build, but a roughness in
Dave’s icy blue eyes called to Vince in his dreams. He’d never admitted his
attraction to himself much less anyone else, but damn if he could deny it
now.
Those
muscular long legs strode toward him, his broad muscular shoulders still
visible through the thick Carhartt jacket he wore. Vince tried to chastise himself for looking,
but it was undeniable. Visions of being
the meat to a Mars sandwich floated through his mind, twitching his dick to
life.
As
Vince’s eyes finally rose to meet Dave’s, he almost fainted. Dave’s heated gaze stared back at him,
melting him from the inside out. Vince
broke out in a sweat. His palms grew
sweaty and his mouth dried out, unable to form a coherent thought. Dave sat his bag down beside them and
kneeled, never breaking eye contact. A
taunting little grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes still raking
up and down Vince and lingered on the growing bulge in his jeans. He cleared his throat, turning his attention
to Bandit. “Looks like he fell pretty hard.”
It
took Vince a full minute to regain his composure and drag his eyes from Dave’s
crotch. Yeah, it looks really hard, he
thought to himself. Dave’s eyes flashed
knowingly even as he proceeded to evaluate Bandit’s condition.
About Willow:
Willow
Brooke was born in Northern California and has moved around frequently,
currently settling in Colorado. She has three children that are the light of
her life and two dogs that insist on taking up half the bed at night.
When her
nose isn’t stuck in a book or her fingers flying away at her computer, Willow
loves spontaneously taking off to find an adventure of her own. Whether it be
fishing, riding horses or quads, or walking the streets of the city to the
local shops and concerts, the world is her entertainment. She is a laid back,
take it as it comes and roll with the times kind of girl who knows how to find
humor in just about anything.
So take
a seat, hold on tight, and let her take you for one hell of a ride!
Find Willow Here
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