Sneak Peak from Tell Me What You Feel
The next novella in the Knights of Texas series
CHAPTER ONE
Riggs
The horse reared up from exiting the area, nearly knocking Garrison Riggs in the head.
The armored knight fell from the saddle, and scurried off with a curse.
Riggs grabbed the reins dangling from the mare’s neck. “Easy, girl.”
“Dammit, Riggs!” The manager charged over, his triple-chin shaking with rage. “That’s the third time that horse has thrown one of my knights! Are you doing this on purpose?”
“If he wouldn’t use those spurs on her, she wouldn’t buck. She hates them.”
“So, shifting blame again. We have a full house tonight, and I don’t have time to waste with an unruly mount. Put her in the stables, and shovel out every stall, now!”
A thousand comebacks raged through Riggs’ mind, but he kept his mouth shut. Marines had taught him that much, at least.
By the end of the show, his arms ached and sweat dripped off his brow.
“This looks glamorous.”
He looked up at the back doors.
His old Marine buddy, Dorian West, leaned against the door, with his signature smirk and dark goatee.
“Step up from patrols in the desert.” Riggs shook his friend’s hand, and slapped him on the shoulder. “How’s the cruise ship life treatin’ you?”
“Shitty. Which is why we’re here.”
“We?”
Dorian gestured to a second man behind him, with thinning red scruff covering his chin. “My friend, Vaughn Ayers. Fellow entertainment director on the floating piss bucket.”
Riggs shook the man’s hand, who was clearly out of his element with the wide-eyed expression.
“What’s wrong with the piss bucket?”
Dorian shoved his hands in his jeans pockets. “Same thing that’s wrong with this place. It’s swallowing you up. Not in a good way.
He scoffed. “Don’t sugarcoat it for me. What’re your plans?”
“Something new. Interested?”
“You need a breath mint for all that shit you’re talkin’?”
“No, man.” D chuckled. “You’re smelling the manure under your foot. What I offer is something more…titillating.”
“All right. Enough with that. Out with it.”
“I don’t think Duane has the cowboy look in his ranks yet,” Vaughn chimed in. “I’m sure he could use one.”
“I’m not a cowboy. Just cause I know how to work with a horse—”
Dorian chuckled again. “Your southern twang has grown thicker, too. You can certainly fit the image. If you can fit the lifestyle…”
“What lifestyle?”
They both smiled. “The boyfriend experience. We’re Knights…without the armor.”
COMING SOON!
TELL ME WHAT YOU FEEL