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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica
Description: Sheriff Joel Harper is being sued, but when he meets young attorney Jason Sherwood, he wants him to handle much more than just the lawsuit! When Sheriff Joel Harper, ex-wrangler, is falsely accused of assault and battery by a rich rancher's son, he turns to Royce Chandler and Charles Fletcher for legal advice. What Joel doesn't expect is to fall immediately in lust with young attorney Jason Sherwood, Royce's new recruit to his recently opened law office. Their budding romance is hampered by burglary, hate-filled graffiti, hostile neighbours and co-workers, and by Joel's own sense of responsibility to his younger brother, Toby. Can their love survive all that's thrown at them or will Jason decide the ride is just way to rough for him to endure?
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound,
eBookwise Release Date: May 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [497 KB]
Words: 111813
Reading time: 319-447 min.

Sheriff Joel Harper was pissed, more than that really. He was madder than a hornet, and there was no one within a fifteen mile radius for him to vent his spleen on. Just as well his younger brother Toby wasn't with him right now. The kid would most likely hear language never intended for his young ears. Who was he kidding? Toby could most likely match him curse for curse.

He just couldn't believe it. He was being sued--sued by a no good son-of-a-bitch who should be behind bars for his flagrant drug use, but who instead had got himself some city attorney and was suing Joel for kidnapping, assault and battery.

"That lyin' sack-o-shit," Joel muttered under his breath still seething after reading the details of the suit in which Daniel Francis Hutchins, the plaintiff, had filed a complaint to the effect that while leaving a local tavern, he was attacked by an assailant he later recognised as Sheriff Joel Harper, taken to the Denton Sheriff's Office where he had been summarily stripped naked, beaten, and handcuffed to the bars of his cell for several hours while being denied access to a toilet. Hutchins also claimed that the entire time he was subjected to this humiliation, Sheriff Joel Harper--who was not in uniform, and therefore Hutchins surmised him to be off duty--had taunted, slapped him around and generally debased him.

"Bullshit," Joel muttered again, gunning the engine of his Police Department issue SUV, and sliding back onto the road from the gravel shoulder where he'd pulled over to study what, in his mind, was the biggest pile of horse manure he'd ever read. As he sped down the road towards Denton, a small rural town about twenty miles outside Sacramento, he figured his next step would be to call the Attorney General's office and find out how they were going to handle this.

His main concern was that Danny Hutchins was the son of one of the wealthiest ranchers in the county, and no doubt his father, who had no love for the Denton Sheriff's office, would use every ounce of influence he had to get Joel fired. Old man Hutchins just couldn't let go of the fact that two years earlier, just after Joel had been elected Sheriff, Joel had arrested him for being drunk and disorderly and trying to beat up the manager of the Sizzlin' Steak, one of Denton's better restaurants. A night in the local jail cell to cool him off had only angered Hutchins more, swearing to 'get even' as he left the following day.

Joel hadn't listened to Hutchins' threats of reprisal then, nor would he let the deprecating letters Hutchins would demand the local paper publish on a regular basis, bother him. He didn't doubt that this latest attempt to get him fired was instigated by Hutchins Senior. Joel figured he wasn't above using his useless son as a means to an end.

It galled Joel that Danny had turned out to be such a shiftless individual. He and Danny had gone to school together, had been friends briefly until Danny had got himself mixed up with a bunch of riff-raff Joel couldn't stomach. He'd railed at Danny on several occasions that he was wasting his life, that with his talent for electronics and the fact he was a whizz with computers, he should be out there making a career for himself instead of getting wasted with a bunch of losers. But the last time they'd spoken, Danny had given him the finger and told him to go fuck himself.

Despite all that, Joel would never have imagined Danny would sink this low.