Now that I’m finished the first draft of Broken Silence and it’s in to my lovely, patient editor at MLR Press, I’m excited to announce my next release! I’m currently participating in the fabulous Stampede Sizzlers series with a few of my favourite friends and I’ve decided to take my Rodeo Queen short story that I wrote for FWF and expand it! The new title is Gay for Cowboy and I’m anticipating that the novella will be released in July :)
Here’s a refresher for anyone who doesn’t remember :)
Rodeo Queen by Jade Buchanan
©2009 Jade Buchanan, all rights reserved.
Peter shifted on the bench, nervous despite his best efforts to relax. He had no idea what to expect. He’d only been in Calgary for a month now, and he didn’t really know that many people. Which was why he was headed to the rodeo for the whole day. He needed to do something to get out and mingle. This was supposed to be a huge pride event in the area, so he was looking forward to it. Should be fun, right?
“Time to leave, folks.”
Glancing up, Peter noticed the bus driver waving for them to get on. Stepping up behind an older gentleman wearing a white cowboy hat, Peter brushed a hand down his plaid shirt. Should he have gotten a cowboy hat? No, he didn’t think he could pull it off. It was bad enough he’d had to go out and buy a plaid shirt. That’s what you wore to a rodeo, right? Hell, he had no idea. This could be bad.
He stifled a snicker when he boarded the bus. The outside was typical yellow schoolbus, complete with rust spots, but the inside had been made over into a party bus. Banquet seating had replaced the old double seats, and three stripper poles shone down the aisle.
Sitting down beside a short redhead, he gave her a quick smile, trying to be friendly. “Do you know how long it will take to get there?” he asked.
“About 45 minutes, give or take. This is my first year,” she said, smiling.
“Mine too!” Oh, good. He wasn’t the only one. “I just moved to Calgary.”
“Where are you from?”
“Must have been a bit of a change.”
He snorted, unable to hold it in. Yeah, it was a bit of a change for sure. One he wanted, though. He had made the right choice, he knew he had. Didn’t make it any easier, but things had been bad back home. All the guys around him had been so gossipy, so flighty. His alcoholic roommate hadn’t made things any easier, either. No, Peter was looking for a change. The Calgary scene was smaller, quieter, just what he needed right now.
“Yeah, Calgary takes some getting used to. I can’t believe how flat everything is. I mean, compared to Vancouver. It’s nice to still see mountains, though.”
“Wait until we get further out of the city. Strathmore is to the east of us, and it’s pretty much flat all the way to Winnipeg from here.”
They chatted back and forth for the rest of the bus trip, Peter thankful for her company. There were only a handful of others on the bus but they all seemed to know each other. As the kilometres rolled along, he couldn’t get over the scenery. He kept looking for a pump jack out in the fields, but was a little disappointed that he couldn’t see one. Wasn’t this oil country? He’d figured they’d be everywhere.
Before he knew it, they were pulling into the fairgrounds where the Alberta Rockies Gay Rodeo was set to drop. With a wave to his bus partner, he nervously made his way through the booths lined up just past the entrance. He blushed when a guy handed him a free cock ring with a wink. He grinned back at the big guy, putting a little more swish in his walk when he brushed past him.
There weren’t a whole lot of people here, but maybe a lot of them came later. Peter grabbed a hot dog from a vendor, moving toward the covered stands.
He spent the next two hours people watching like crazy. The crowd was such an eclectic mix… families and couples, twinks flirting with everything that moved, big, burly cowboys who moved with casual grace, butch lesbians who hugged each other and yelled out that their tents were on Butch Bay. He grinned, enjoying himself.
He was especially enjoying the events. He’d never been to a rodeo, but this was fun. Still a little depressing that he was here by himself but there was so much to watch he wasn’t too upset. The camp events had been great so far. He had just about hurt something when the goat dressing competition had gone on. The sight of men running and putting tighty whiteys on a goat had just about killed him. The bronc riding had been eye-opening and so had the steer wrestling. Those men were something else. Had him all hot and flustered just sitting up here watching them.
“This seat taken?”
Peter startled at the deep, bass voice coming from his left. He glanced over, taking in the cowboy with his hat pulled low, blue shirt stretched across his colossal chest, with the words Calgary Eagle scrolling over his left pec. Hmm… Peter might not have been here long but he knew what the Eagle was, the leather bar was about as far from what Peter was used to as possible. Hello, Daddy…
“No, feel free.”
When the cowboy brushed past him, Peter glanced up, checking out the guys ass and spotting a rodeo number pinned to his back. Yay, his cowboy was a real cowboy, then.
He tried not to fidget, but he wanted to stare at the man, just take him in. He was exactly Peter’s type. Not that he’d ever admitted that before. Geez, his friends back in Vancouver would have pissed themselves laughing if they knew he was lusting after some Paul Bunyan type. Okay, so that might not be the best comparison, but, Paul Bunyan if Paul had been a cowboy.
“Hey handsome, I bet I could stick on you for eight seconds,” a voice cooed.
Peter couldn’t help but smile at the drag queens standing at the bottom of the stands.
“Ladies,” Mr. Cowboy drawled, causing a few flutters in Peter’s belly as well as a flurry of giggles from the queens.
“Catch you later, stud.” They sashayed away, stopping every now and then to wave at someone. Peter watched them go, glancing back just in time to see his cowboy watching them too. Well, well…
“Do you know them?”
“Those ladies are harmless, they just like to flirt. Not like the typical buckle bunnies that come out just to screw a cowboy.”
Crap. Did he think that was what Peter was doing here? “This is my first time,” he blurted out.
“Yeah?” Cowboy turned to give him another once-over. “You like it?”
“It’s a lot of fun. Not quite what I was expecting, but since I really didn’t know what to expect, that’s okay.”
“I’m Mitch.” A huge paw was held out.
Peter shook his hand, smiling when the guy held on for just a little too long. “Peter.”
“You from around here?” Mitch narrowed his gaze, studying him carefully. Peter stifled the urge to fidget again. Why did this man make him so nervous?
“Vancouver.” Peter paused, trying to feel Mitch out. “I, uh… I used to work at the Duff.”
Mitch’s gaze practically lit up. “That right? You staying for the dance, Peter?”
He hadn’t been planning on it, but hell… if Mitch had that kind of reaction about finding out Peter worked at one of Vancouvers premier gay pubs — one that just happened to have a kick ass drag show — then he wanted to see what could happen. Looked like his instincts were right when he saw Mitch staring after the queens. “Yeah. Definitely.”
“Good. You’ll dance with me.”
That didn’t sound like a question. “Uh…”
Cowboy — Mitch — smiled at him. “That wasn’t a question.” He placed a proprietary hand on Peter’s knee.
Well, he wasn’t going to complain about that. Hell, he might just come to love this place. Yeehaw.
Written by Jade Buchanan
Jade’s writing is as eclectic as her reading tastes, with over thirty erotic romance tales currently published. She’s also been known to accept writing challenges from friends and family just to see their reactions. She’s a firm believer that love and romance are universal concepts, no matter a person’s gender identity or sexual orientation. Originally from Northern Ontario, Jade has lived in British Columbia and the Sultanate of Oman in the Middle East. Jade currently lives in Calgary, Alberta, where she’s hard at work on her next story. Jade loves to hear from readers! Send her an email at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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