New to the rodeo experience, Dina doesn't understand why the biggest star on the circuit is despised by all. When she runs a search on the rodeo champ, it all becomes clear: Leslie Goosemoon the cowgirl used to be Leslie Goosemoon the cowboy, and folks in these parts don't take too kindly to those people. The town's intolerable ignorance drives Dina to seek out Leslie at her modest cabin, where desire is sparked by enlightening conversation, dusty jeans, and a refreshing shower in the great outdoors.
Leslie Goosemoon Rides Again was originally published in the anthology “My Mistress’ Thighs.”
Excerpt:
“Leslie?” Dina cried as
she chased down the rodeo champ. “Leslie Goosemoon? Wait up, will ya?”
When
the remarkable rider stopped in her tracks, Dina slowed from a gallop to an
amble. It felt like a good five minutes
before the mysterious stranger turned her head.
Even when she did, the brim of her tawny cowboy hat obscured her eyes.
Leslie
Goosemoon took her hat off to wipe dusty sweat from her brow. “Well?”
Dina’s blood ran
cold. She wasn’t anticipating such
piercing eyes on a rough and tumble rider.
Her eyes should be as muddy as the spray across her cheek.
“Hi,” Dina began,
forgetting why she’d chased the rodeo rider down in the first place.
“Whaddya
want?” Leslie grumbled, her quick-draw stance keeping Dina at a distance.
“It
just seems strange that nobody came to congratulate you. All the other girls in
competition have their legions of fans.
Here you’re the big winner and you’ve got no one telling you how great
you rode today.” Dina tried to sound
casual, taking a tentative step forward.
With
a shrug, Leslie Goosemoon replied, “Lots of folks on the circuit could do
without me.”
“Well,
of course they could; if you weren’t around, those other girls might have a
chance in hell at winning. Do you always
ride like that?”
Another
shrug, and a fraction of a smile.
“This
is my first time,” Dina went on with a keen smirk. “At a rodeo, I mean.”
“That
so?” Leslie asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yup.” Silence made Dina nervous, so she filled
it. “My roommate’s boyfriend, Rod the
Clod, commandeered our TV during the Calgary Stampede last year. I never liked cowboy stuff before that, but
when you’re subjected to something night and day…”
“…it
grows on you.”
“Exactly.
Although, I never did warm up to Rod the Clod.”
Dina hesitated, but what the hell.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. “I probably hated him so much because that
rat bastard totally crushed my chance to get with Vicky. Hard to make a move with him on the couch
twenty-four-seven.”
With
a wolfish smile, Leslie gave Dina a blatant once-over. “You lookin’ to get over Vicky?”
Dina
shrugged, meeting her penetrative gaze straight on. Leslie took two steps closer. In one fluid motion, her arm swooped around
Dina’s waist and a dusty hand brushed through her hair, firm against her scalp. Those pink lips hovered like Tantalus’ water
glass, so close she could nearly sip them.
“Best
way to get over someone is to get under someone,” Dina whispered, giving
herself in to a searing embrace.
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