In the the sleepy town of Deadman's Burden, Sheriff Eli Whitaker is known as a broken man. A tall, dark and handsome stranger enters town and turns Eli's life upside down. How will he cope with his new desires? How will he handle a rough and tumble werewolf lover? The following story depicts rough sex, cowboys and a sexy werewolf. m/m and m/f 18+ only! More
Their forced pleasantries stopped as a dark stranger mosied through the entrance of The High Ace. He was tall as a house and just as wide. His brow furrowed into a deep frown as the commotion died around him.
Hisses of whispers around the poker table caught his attention. He turned his mighty head in their direction, followed by his whole mass.
Ol' Slim, best damn five card dealer this good land gave birth to, gulped down a whimper. Each hard scuff of the large man's boot sent Slim's heart further up in his throat. He said a little prayer his mama taught him when he was young and got to repenting.
As if his prayers were answered, shrill squeals of rapture rung out like a chorus of holy angels. Seems the intruder hadn't caught the attention of everyone in the building. In a dark corner, some blissfully ignorant soul plowed away at a whore who moaned like a cat in heat.