Author: Damon Suede
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Summary: Patch Hastle grew up in a hurry, ditching East Texas for NYC to make his name as a DJ and model without ever looking back. When his parents die unexpectedly, he heads home to unload the family farm ASAP and skedaddle. Except the will left Patch’s worst enemy in charge: his father’s handsome best friend who made his high school years hell.
Tucker Biggs is going nowhere. Twenty years past his rodeo days, he’s put down roots as the caretaker of the Hastle farm. He knows his buddy’s smartass son still hates his guts, but when Patch shows up growed-up, looking like sin in tight denim, Tucker turns his homecoming into a lesson about old dogs and new kinks.
Patch and Tucker fool around, but they can’t fool themselves. Once the farm’s sold, they mean to call it quits and head off to separate sunsets. With the clock ticking, the city slicker and his down-home hick get roped into each other’s life. If they’re gonna last longer than spit on a griddle, they better figure out what matters—fast.
Review: Hole-eeeee shii-iittt! You know when you’re expecting a run-of-the-mill ‘whatever’ book, and then find yourself rode hard and put away wet? Good goddamn!!! It’s quite a skill to be able to write such a complicated and in many ways unsavory character (there was a moment early on when we found Tucker has kids scattered all over, and I flat out did not like that), that I slowly and surely fucken luhhhhvd! I would be VERY interested in listening to the audio version of this. With the right narrator I think I would just fucken melt. As it was, just reading that slow Texas drawl… quite the panty-dropper, lemme tell you what.
“Patch had wanted him anyway, the way you do when you’re too stubborn to be happy and too attached to steer clear.”
This book went in so many directions that I did not see coming. I figured I’ve read (and liked) this book before. He’ll go back, and it turns out Tucker was a dick because he had a thing for him, and they’d fall in lurve and blah blah blah. Hell no. Nothin as simple as all that. I loved the theme of memories and real versus fantasy. How we see people and things the way we want to, the way we expect them to be, the way we remember them. But not necessarily the way they really are, or were. Sad, to some extent, but true.
“Sometimes your knight in shining armor turns out to be a shitkicker in faded jeans.”
But the slow fucken burn. And the sweet fucken kink. Just the right amount. No cheesy ‘Daddy’ script. No formal ‘scenes.’ Just two guys who like to get down in the same beautiful and dirty and marvelous way.
“The guilty, grasping pleasure felt sweet as found money, like birthday cake for breakfast.”
This book was sweet and rough and dirty and real. No bullshit angst or miscommunications, although that certainly don’t mean it was easy (and yes, I’m writing in a drawl, I can’t not!) I’m honestly kinda in awe. And it was sooooooo fucken HOT! I’ve been know to get bored and skim a sex scene or twelve, but despite the edging going on for dozens of pages, I could not get enough.