Title	Ride the Man Down #1 in A New World Shaman series
Author	William Maltese
ISBN#	978-1-60820-030-6 (print)
	978-1-60820-031-3 (ebook)
Release Date	July 2009
Cover Artist	Deana C. Jamroz
Paperback:	174 pages
Sexual Content:	Rated Explicit
Available At:	MlrBooks (ebook) Amazon–coming soon B&N -coming soon

The Ridgemonts are wealthy and influential New Mexico Territory landowners. Their status purportedly is purchased by seemingly inexhaustible capital provided by their reputed Deadmen Hills’ gold mine. It’s only human nature that others want to share in their bounty. That these others have to die has less to do with keeping the “mine” location a secret than with concealing other mysteries bequeathed by the long-lived and elusive native-American shaman Calenza. Secrets even the Ridgemonts can likely never fully comprehend.

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Brendon and Eduardo

“Damn, but I love your funky young cowboy ass,” Brendon Ridgemont said to Eduardo Rivera.

The two teenagers were stark naked. Eduardo’s head rested on his forearms that rested atop a fence railing. Brendon squatted behind; his tongue provided another long and leisurely lap from the rear hang of Eduardo’s hairy scrotum to the small of the young Latino’s back.

Nearby, just to one side of a large boulder, two horses, reins dragging the ground, munched what none-too-succulent scrub was immediately available.

“And I love your big cowboy cock, too.” Brendon’s right hand reached around and took hold of Eduardo’s impressively stiff dick to provide a couple of quick but firm up-and-down strokes. “Or, are you tired of hearing how much your body turns me on?”

“Since I so love your studly body, it’s always nice to hear that mine is loved in return,” Eduardo said. His ass provided a small circular movement that rubbed its firm cheeks against Brendon’s face. All the while, Brendon’s tongue flicked, like a frog catching flies, and left dabs of accumulated shiny spit at the puckered entrance of Eduardo’s tight-tight little asshole.

“Actually, I love more of you than just your sexy body, though, don’t I?” Brendon said.

“Do you?” (continue reading…)

Title	Forgotten Favor
Author	Angela Fiddler
ISBN#	978-1-60820-059-7 (ebook)
Release Date	June 2009
Cover Artist	Deana C. Jamroz
Available At:	MlrBooks (ebook)

Angela Fiddler’s retired rodeo men accept each other and the black riders.

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Part One

When Mark closed his eyes, he felt the fall. It hadn’t been Butter’s fault. Mark should have seen the change in the ground, but the early morning gallop had felt so good. They had been on the road for almost a month, placing well in the money in several of the small town rodeos. After all that time living in the front sleeping quarters of his horse trailer and riding about in finite spaces, he was home on the ranch where the earth seemed to stretch on forever and there didn’t seem to be an end to the sky. He’d felt free.

He remembered looking down. Just as he was about to pull back on the reins, he felt Butter trip. For a second, he thought that she would recover. Then she stumbled again, and for another heartbeat they both were weightless. He grabbed the reins, his feet kicking free of the stirrups as though on autopilot, and he knew, even as he saw the ground hurtling up towards him, that this was going to hurt. And his next thought was a prayer that Butter would not be.

He hit the ground hard. That was a given. He remembered the sickening crunch from the shoulder but he had no memory at all of Butter coming down on his leg. He supposed that was a blessing, though in his dreams he still imagined the snap. (continue reading…)

Saddles, spurs, Stetsons . . . and love? Sexy cowboys grab hold of more than a saddle in these entrancing stories from four talented authors of the genre. Kiernan Kelly takes us on an adventurous cattle drive to the Oregon Territory with a greenhorn and an old hand. Angela Fiddler’s retired rodeo men accept each other and the black riders. Two men overcome grief, rebuild a ranch and find love in Dakota Flint’s story. And JL Langley offers a light-hearted tale of a city boy and a rancher filled with love, laughter and a marriage of convenience?

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“Ah ha! I should have known.” AJ laughed and leaned against the rail.

Grinning at his brother, Tucker headed up onto the porch. “Should have known what?”

“Where you went. Do you have to smoke when you drink?”

Yes, and he was out of cigars, which is what he preferred with his whiskey. It was good fortune he’d stashed some cigarettes in his glove box. With any luck they weren’t stale; he couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually had one of them. “Self preservation, there are still guests.” He’d rather face a boardroom of sharks than a horde of teenagers any day. Tucker lit the cigarette then put the lighter into his pocket. He held up his tumbler of whiskey to AJ in a silent toast, pulled the cigarette out from between his lips and took a sip. “I’m surprised you haven’t hit Granddaddy’s liquor cabinet as well.”

“I tried but Granddad and Juan beat me to it. Dad’s out of town so I figured someone in charge should be sober but, I’m hitting it after.” Sitting on the rail, he studied Tucker, his head cocking to the left a little. “I’m glad you came. You need a break. You look tired.” (continue reading…)