We are so excited to be able to bring you the cover of Lynn Kelling’s upcoming novel Song of a Lonesome Cowboy. This book is part of the Society of Masters series, which can be read as a stand alone, but if you have been reading the other books in the series then you will definitely not want to miss this one. Lynn is a huge favourite of ours here at Sinfully… so what a great way to start the New Year… looking forward to a fabulous new read.
Song of a Lonesome Cowboy by Lynn Kelling
RELEASE DATE: 10th February 2014
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing
Cover Artist: Siolnatine
Tucker Reynolds is a humble singer/songwriter both blessed and burdened by his success in the country music industry. Stalked by a predator from his past and struggling with guilt over his secret lust for his childhood best friend and guitarist, Magnusson ‘Mags’ Palmer, Tucker’s carefully crafted lies are his main means of self-defense, but they slowly begin to unravel. Kinky sex with prostitutes hastens a downward spiral that he searches to escape from. At the end of a successful tour, before heading home to Nashville, Tucker seeks solitude in order to come to terms with the guilt over things he has done to which he has never confessed. Only Tucker’s devoted, less-assuming band mate, Jess Grayville, suspects the truth about the nightmare Tucker is privately battling. Jess attempts to protect Tucker from those who would do him harm, even when the person putting him in the most danger isn’t reckless Mags, but Tucker, himself. Realizing that the best way out of the dark of his past and into the light of forgiveness is by finally admitting to the truth, Tucker strives to listen to his heart and write a song that he knows could save him. (M/M)
I’d crushed on Mags for so long, and all it had ever gotten me—all it would ever get me—was that damned uncomfortable, unsatisfying, inappropriate place I was in. Threesomes, watching him, imagining some of our places swapped around, and it wasn’t enough. But it was all I would get. I never grew out of getting hot over other men. The music industry told me I couldn’t be what I was. The church said god wanted me burning in hellfire, and any bad things that happened were punishment for being gay. And here was my best friend in the world, simultaneously getting me close to my dearest dream, yet holding it just out of reach. If I lunged, and grabbed for it anyway, I’d lose him, too.
I couldn’t face the thought of losing him. We were far too tangled up in each other for that. So, something was better than nothing, wasn’t it?
“I’ll call the front desk, be by to get my shit later,” he muttered, sounding like he was giving up. Much to my surprise, it sounded like he was really going to go through with it, for my sake. He wasn’t even trying to make a big deal out of it, either. Maybe I should have been relieved, but I wasn’t. Not at all. Because if I let him go now, how far might he stray?
There were a few things that were certain. There was no fucking with them; they were simply the facts I had to work around. One of them was that Mags had no idea what I’d suffered through—what I was still suffering through. The danger was still out there, watching, lurking, waiting. So far I’d kept Mags safe from harm, but would it last? Was it better to keep him close, keep an eye on the bastard, or get him as far away as possible? It was hard to tell. And on the other hand, I knew letting Mags talk me into another threesome would only leave me feeling like I’d made yet another terrible decision worth feeling shitty about. But I also knew this might be the beginning of the end of my friendship with Mags. We were fighting all the time and avoiding each other more and more because there were just too many damned lies between us, and I was too angry over how much I’d suffered so he didn’t have to at all.
Mags was bad for me, plain and simple. Didn’t matter. I still wanted him. Hell, I loved the guy.
“This isn’t going to be an all-night thing. And if I get even a whiff of a suspicion that you’re pressuring her to go through with this, it doesn’t happen and she goes home. You got me, Mags?”
The cool glass pressed against the skin of my temple, a small, real sensation to anchor to while insanity ran rampant over my conversation and decisions.
“Oh yeah, I got you. No problem, darlin’,” he replied, sounding happy as could be. “I’m glad to hear you’re interested. Be up in a few.”
I hung up.
“God, you asshole. You’re such an asshole!” I ranted at myself, futilely, “What are you doing?”
The thing to do was to leave, to get my good ol’ Stetson hat and my jacket, and hit the bar downstairs. It would kill time, as well as put some space between me and the devil with the girl on his arm. That’s why I kept sitting there, drinking my whiskey, telling myself I was about to get up, about to leave and make a better choice.
Ten minutes later, Mags walked in, laughing with Sugartits, who gave me a blushing smile and a kiss on the cheek before heading off to the bedroom, hurried along by Mags’ firm slap to her ass. Mags shut the suite’s door and locked it. He set his black hat beside my tan one, shrugged off his leather duster, and twisted the shirt up over his head. Bare-chested, wearing only boots and jeans, he walked over to me in the kitchenette.
His dark eyes were on me, measuring me, trying to figure me out. It was sexy as hell. I loved to let him look, even if I couldn’t meet his gaze, or even get close.
Meet Lynn Kelling
Lynn Kelling began writing in order to tell stories that aren’t afraid of the dark, don’t hold anything back and always strive to be memorable, forging lasting attachments between character and reader. Her inspiration comes from taking a closer look at behaviors and ideas lurking at the fringes of life—basically anything that people may hesitate to speak of in mixed company, but everyone wonders about anyway. Her work is driven by the taboo in order to expose the humanity within it. Lynn is an artist, designer and lover of any form of creative self-expression that comes from a place of honesty and emotion, whether it’s body art or opera. She has had multiple novels published, has written over fifty works of erotic fiction of varying lengths, and always has several novels in progress.
Lynn is gifting TWO lucky readers a choice of ebook from her back catolgue (Not including Song of a Lonesome Cowboy)