In Bear Country
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by Kiernan Kelly
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Pride hasn't had an easy life. No matter what he does, things seem to go bad. This time, though, he's not sure he can get out of his predicament, and he figures he might just have to call it quits. Bear is a mountain of a man, making a home where most folks wouldn't, and he comes across Pride right when the other man's irons are all hanging in the fire. Bear doesn't even hesitate, he just barges in and saves Pride's bacon, taking the man home with him to give him a second chance. Or third or fourth? When they get snowed in for the winter, they figure they have plenty of time to get to know one another. They laugh, learn, and love, both of them finding it incredibly easy to get to know all about the other. It's not all easy with these two hard-headed men. Pride lives up to his name, and Bear is just as stubborn. They can survive their petty struggles, but will the bigger demons in Bear's past tear them apart before the spring thaws come? Kiernan Kelly spins a great tale of the late 1800s in Colorado, with a heartwarming relationship that will keep the home fires burning for a long time to come.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2007 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: April 2007
142 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [222 KB]
Reading time: 150-210 min.
Ain't that always the way.
Seems like as soon as a man got his feet up under him, the earth would start to shaking and knock him right back down on his ass again.
Just once, Pride would have liked to see the sun come up with a dollar in his pocket and a roof of his own over his head. Hell, right now he'd settle for two bits and a broad-brimmed hat. 'Course, it never worked out that way. Every damn time he'd managed to pull his ass from the fire, God had seen fit to hold a lit match to his britches. This time was no different.
Truth was, Pride didn't hold much with God and figured that the feeling was mutual.
Pa would've had a jaw-full to say about that, Pride reckoned, but Pa was ten years in the ground and no doubt looking over God's shoulder, helping Him light the match. Although if Pride had his way, Pa would be roasting on a slow turning spit over the hottest fire in Hell instead.
Just fourteen when his father had died, his back sporting the scars of his old man's attempts to save his sorry soul, Pride had been scooped up, dressed in gray, handed a rifle, and pointed toward the North. Nobody asked him if he believed in the Cause. Hell, Pride was so wet behind the ears that he hadn't even figured out what the Cause was until the War was nearly over. Green and scared, he was lucky he hadn't shot his own damn foot off that first year.