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Purgatory
by B. A. Tortuga
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: One fantastic week with a man he just couldn't forget has kept Rory thinking about Purgatory for nearly ten years. The ski resort wasn't the same after Dante went back to the Navy, so Rory got on with his life, leaving to travel, doing odd jobs and saving up for his dream of owning a ranch. Now he has everything he wanted; the ranch, a good income from the tourists that come to play cowboy, and his Colorado mountains close to hand. The only thing missing is someone to share it with, until by some twist of fate, Dante comes back into his life, revisiting his own happy memories. Can Rory convince Dante to stick around, putting their time in Purgatory to rest once and for all?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Single Shot Classic, 2007 http://venuspress.com
eBookwise Release Date: October 2007
 
64 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [60 KB]
Words: 13036
Reading time: 37-52 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
"Come on, Rory. You need to come on out and greet the guests." Rory McRaney sighed and brushed dust off his jeans, trying to get the worst of the stable off of him. The worst thing, he decided, about owning a dude ranch was that it made him feel like Mr. Roarke on Fantasy Island. He wasn't good at the meet and greet, hated the tongue-tied feeling he got, even after being the boss for three years. It didn't help that all of the guests expected him to be older. Still, it was customary, and since he wasn't likely to ever have a little woman to do it for him, he went on out, following his all-around Girl Friday, Anna, out of the barn and on up to the big old courtyard where the wagons pulled up, bringing the guests in from the parking and shuttle about two miles out. There were about ten people, one family of four, a group of three fisherman types, two older ladies, and one tall, angular man who just made Rory's heart stop in his chest. Holy shit. Well, now. That was a shock to the old system, making adrenaline just shoot through him. The one person he'd never expected to see on his ranch in a million years had just climbed down out of his creaky old wooden wagon, and damned if Dante Wanner didn't look at him the same way he probably looked at Dante. Pure D shock.
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