Hello all! Today is the release day for Second Go Round. Its a western romance featuring older heroes. This story is close to my heart because it really touches on parts of my own life. After being together for over 25 years, I have found that we all begin to create ruts and we have to work to get out of them. This is a story of two men deciding if those ruts are going to mean the end of their relationship or if they are strong enough to break out.
Title: Second Go’Round
Author: Andrew Grey
Series:
Genre: M/M Western
Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Mar 15, 2022
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook
Blurb/Synopsis:
Former world champion bronco rider Dustin and rancher
Marshall have been life partners for more than twenty years, and time has taken
its toll. Their sex life is as dusty as the rodeo ring. Somehow their marriage
hasn’t turned out how they planned.
But when a new family moves in up the road with two young
boys, one very sick, Dustin and Marshall realize how deep their ruts are and
that there might be hope to break them. After all, where they’re from, the most
important part of being a man is helping those who need it.
A new common purpose helps break down the deep routines
they’ve fallen into and makes them realize the life they’ve been living has
left them both cold and hollow. Spending time with the kids—teaching them how
to be cowboys—reignites something they thought lost long ago. But twenty years
is a lot of time to make up for. Can they find their way back to each other, or
are the ruts they’ve created worn too deep?
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Excerpt
“Has anyone
called?” Marsh asked, and Dustin checked his phone just in case before shaking
his head. “Well, that’s a blessing, anyway.” He sighed, and for a second the
sun caught the side of his face. Dustin’s mind filled in the spaces in between,
and Marsh appeared the way he had when Dustin first met him. It had been in a
situation similar to this, rounding up some cattle. Marsh had been almost
majestic back then. “Patrick, help Dustin, will ya? Willy and I will make
another pass just to be sure we didn’t miss any.” And just like that, the
illusion popped and Dustin was back to the here and now.
There had been
a time when Marsh would never have thought twice about staying. The two of them
used to be inseparable, but now it seemed they were about as separate as two
people could be when they still lived in the same house. Not that they fought
or yelled at each other or anything like that. They just seemed to be living
separate lives.
When Dustin
was a kid, his father had taken them all on vacation, and at one point, he had
pulled over to the side of the road and pointed at two white lines that cut
through the land toward the horizon. “That’s the Santa Fe Trail,” his dad had
said. Dustin remembered nodding, wondering how the lines from the wagons all
those years ago could still be there. “Those ruts cut deep, and nature hasn’t
filled them in yet,” his dad had said in answer to the question.
Now, as Marsh
leapt onto the ATV like an excited kid—excitement that used to be directed at
Dustin, but now always seemed to lead away—it was another one of those times
when all Dustin could see were the deep ruts, like those of the trail, leading
off behind Marsh. The worst part was that he had no idea how to fix them. They
always seemed to pull the two of them along the same paths they’d always
traveled.
“Dustin,”
Patrick said, and he pulled himself out of his own thoughts.
“Sorry.” He
began hauling the waste fencing to the truck and tossing it in the back. Then
he and Patrick set to work placing the new posts and stringing the wire. The
task went smoothly with the two of them, and soon enough they had everything
loaded in the back. Dustin called Pal, who jumped in the cab.
“What’s going
on at the old Hartier place?” Dustin asked as he pulled toward the road. “That
house has been empty for almost ten years.”
“Looks like
workmen,” Patrick said. “I heard in the coffee shop yesterday that the Hartier
estate had finally been settled and the house had been sold. I guess the rumors
were right for once.” Patrick patted Pal on the back, then stroked his head.
“It seems the owners are fixing up the place before they move in.”
