New Release Spotlight - Perfect Ride by Eva Lefoy and Shiloh Saddler

Two of my fellow Decadent Publishing authors have joined forces to create Perfect Ride, an M/M Western Romance. There's a mystery centered around (you'll never guess this) a rodeo clown, and it's now available at all major eBook retailers.

Since Eva Lefoy has a way with words, I'll let her take over from here. 

Perfect Ride

Who says clowns are always funny?
by Eva Lefoy

Everybody expects clowns to be funny. They’re dressed up with their bright red noses and baggy pants, and white face makeup. They dance around and make fools of themselves hiding in barrels and dodging the bulls. They even do tricks. But not all of their tricks are nice, which Cole finds out the hard way.

When Cole goes into Spitfire’s trailer to close it up for the night, he finds an intruder and tries to grapple with the man in the dark. But in the ensuing battle, Cole is shot. He soon lands in the hospital with only vague memories of the shooting. But somewhere in the back of his head, he remembers the voice. And if there’s one thing about clowns we all know – unless they’re mimes – clowns aren’t very quiet. Especially rodeo clowns. And that booming voice over the loudspeakers immediately triggers Cole’s memory banks. At first, he’s stunned. Everybody knows the butler’s supposed to do the dirty work!

When the rodeo clown up and disappears, it makes an incredible situation even harder to comprehend. Why the heck would a clown shoot anybody? ‘Cause really, that behavior just isn’t very clown-like. It’s not very funny!

Needless to say, Cole’s left with a bad taste in his mouth and a hatred of clowns he’ll likely carry for the rest of his days. Who could blame him? No wonder there’s so many horror movies out that feature evil clowns. Deep in our psyche we know they’re scary as heck!

Stay tuned for an excerpt from Perfect Ride and thanks for reading!

~ Eva

P.S. Shiloh and I are currently editing book II, which is young bull rider Freddy’s story. Look for it later this year!

Perfect Ride

Professional bull rider Garrett Anderson lives for the next town, the next trophy and his next ride. When he rolls into Sheridan, Wyoming, the last thing he expected was to meet a cowboy like Cole—a man who corrals his heart and leaves him aching for the kind of love he’s been missing. 

A bull tender on the PBR circuit Cole Richards secretly longs for a lover but wasn’t prepared for Garrett’s passion or the longing their one brief tryst kindles.  After he is shot and recovering in his hospital bed, Cole can only watch Garrett’s disastrous ride afraid it could be his last. Heartbroken when the battered and bruised bull rider leaves town, Cole knows better than to hope to see him again. 

Attacked again and knee-deep in trouble, Cole wants only Garrett at his side. But can his bull rider trade fame and fortune for a lifetime with his one perfect ride?

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He drank in the sight of Cole. The man’s hair had been mussed a little by the hospital bed, and he had a good growth of stubble on him, but to him the man was gorgeous. He was hunched over a bit like he was in pain, which worried him. He immediately moved off the rail to his side. “Hey yourself. They let you out early for good behavior?” 

“Something like that.”

A bit of the man’s easy smile came back, but it was more crooked than before. Garrett glanced around them before touching his hand to Cole’s arm. Touching Cole was like a tiny drink of water. It wetted his thirst so bad he wanted more. It’s just I’ve waited too long. Chock it up to need. 

Cole looked around them cautiously and then continued. “Good ride. You did well.”

He shrugged. “It could have gone better. I had to grit it out to the buzzer.”

“Who’d you draw for the next round?”

“Texas Twister.”

Cole nodded. “I know that bull. He’s bigger than Wild Child, a better fit for you.”

The loudspeakers blared, announcing a delay in the next rider. Then the entertainer’s voice came on. Cole whipped around toward the stage and must have moved too fast. He started to fall.

Garrett rushed toward him, providing a block to stop his spin. He tightened his grip on Cole’s arm and pulled him against his chest. God, if his knees had buckled he would have picked him up and carried him right back to the hospital. As it was, he had half a mind to carry him back to his trailer and tuck him into bed personally. “Cole. Take it easy.”

Cole’s panting breaths warmed his neck. “It’s him, Garrett. Shep.”

“The clown?”

He nodded. “He’s the one.”

Anger surged and his jaw clenched. If he wasn’t holding Cole right now, he’d march right over to the grandstand and punch the clown’s teeth out. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes. And, Garrett—”

“Well isn’t that pretty? We arrived just in time for a faggot demonstration. Look, boys, if we give ’em a dollar, they’ll get down in the dirt for us and rut like little piggies.”
Garrett moved away from Cole and circled the man, fists clenched. “What’s your problem, mister?”
Right behind him he heard Cole whisper, “Don’t, Garrett.” But he wasn’t going to let the man talk to them that way.

The man came forward, sizing Garrett up as he did. “You a bull rider are ya? We don’t need no fairy bull riders ’round here. This here’s a man’s sport.”

Garrett puffed out his chest. He knew how to look big, black, and mean. “I’m man enough to ride any bull fit for the ring so you best shut your mouth. And who the hell are you?”

He spat on the ground. “Andy Richards. I raise the best damn bulls on the circuit.” He squinted at Garrett. “And I guarantee you my bull Spitfire is gonna eat you alive.”

Cole raised his eyes briefly as Garrett flicked his gaze between him and their harasser. Same sandy hair. Same lanky frame. “You’re Cole’s father?”

Mr. Richards made a combination of a growl and a choking sound. “I ain’t got no son.” He turned his back and started to leave.

About Eva Lefoy

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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About Shiloh Saddler

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

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