Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Nowhere Ranch by Heidi Cullinan : Review, Excerpt & Giveaway.

Nowhere Ranch

Title ~ Nowhere Ranch

Author ~ Heidi Cullinan

Published ~ 1st March 2015

Genre ~ Contemporary M/M Romance, BDSM, Kink

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Synopsis

Love will grow through the cracks you leave open.
Ranch hand Roe Davis absolutely never mixes business with pleasure—until he runs into his boss, Travis Loving, at the only gay bar within two hundred miles.
Getting involved with the ranch owner is a bad idea, but Roe’s and Travis’s bedroom kinks line up against one another like a pair of custom-cut rails. As long as they’re both clear this is sex on the side, no relationship, no interfering with the job, they could make it work.
Shut out by his family years ago, Roe survived by steadfastly refusing to settle into so much as a post office box. As his affair with Travis grows into more than just sex, Roe’s past catches up with him, threatening the thin ray of happiness he’s found, reminding him it’s well past time he went on his way.
But even a loner gets lonely, and at this point, there’s nowhere left to run. The shame and sorrow of what he’s lost will stay with Roe wherever he goes—until he’s ready to let love lead him home.
This novel has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.

Macky’s Review

I first discovered Nowhere Ranch in early 2013 and thought it was fantastic and an absolute keeper first time around. I've just had the pleasure of re-reading it again in its revised version and it's reinforced exactly why this is one of my most favourite m/m books EVER! Its opening line gets to me every time....

"My name is Monroe Davis, and this is the story of how I found home."

From the get go, the sex is rough, raw, desperate and doesn't hold back in its explicitness, and the kink factor is hard-core and unrelenting! Pony play, puppy play, fisting, bondage, toys, intense ass play...these aren't just off page events...they're detailed, in depth sexual encounters that are unapologetically graphic...and I mean graphic!!! This is uncompromising kinky fuckery at its best that is filthy, and hot to the point of boiling! Their first encounter in the hotel where they first give in to their base needs, over a full weekend together, had me squirming and sweating...but (OH MY!) in the best possible way!

All told through Monroe's straightforward, endearingly simple, yet engrossing POV, it pulled me right into their messy relationship, which starts as a consensual kinkfest that suits the psychological mind sets of both men at the time, but as their relationship gradually intensifies and the feelings between them deepen, becomes far more than just a need to have an ‘itch’ scratched.

Roe's own relationship with his homophobic family is complicated and it's this that’s set him on the path that has him unable to commit to any type of relationship, whether it's casual sex or just friendship. They've done such a number on him that his instinct is to move on if he thinks anyone wants more from him emotionally than he's able to give. So, when he feels himself becoming too settled into life at the ranch with Travis, who makes him feel things beyond their fervent hook ups, it scares him and he begins to get antsy. In Travis's case, he's just getting over a failed relationship—wary because his former lover did exactly that when life on the ranch became too hard for him, and when his feelings for his skittish ranch hand begin to intensify, he worries about Roe running. But there's something about Travis that anchors Roe, because for the first time he's with someone who gets him, and somehow that calms his restlessness, and the need to flee starts to blur.

" ... I was waiting for him to demand I say I wasn't going to run, and I was terrified of that, because I knew I couldn't. I couldn't say that. And then he'd be angry, and this would be over, and then I'd have no choice but to leave

—and the thought made my chest get so tight that I hunched forward again against the pain. "

OMG! The sexual tension in this book was electric, and it wasn't just the hard hitting sex scenes that had my heart palpitating. There's a poignant, achingly tender moment they share (just before the infamous full on pony play scene in the barn)  where Travis just kisses Roe into submission. It was one of my favourite parts when I first read it, and it got to me just as much when it came around this time. My toes tingled and my tummy flipped it was so gorgeous!

The dynamics between them and the fucked up nature of their relationship was beautifully handled by Heidi Cullinan who got the voice of Monroe down perfectly. He's a simple man and his narrative tone embodies that. He might not have the smarts that he perceives Travis as having, but he's no simpleton--something he learns about himself as the story progresses. I just heart Monroe Davis with a passion, he's complex but oh so lovable, and ex teacher turned rancher Travis Loving stole my heart because underneath all the rough sex and no holds barred BDSM play there was still a vulnerability and gentleness that belied his dominant nature. Watching him break down Roe's defenses by showing him that vulnerability when the time was right put me in mind of a horse whisperer calming a skittish colt, and I won't deny there was some eye leakage going on!

Despite its strong element of kink, the story does take a turn into a more mainstream trope when Heidi introduces a whirlwind by the name of Hayley into the mix. For some she's an acquired taste but I liked Haley a lot. Only nineteen but a force to be reckoned with, she bursts into Roe's world like a mini tornado and whether he wants it or not,  he gains a true friend, who in more ways than one has far reaching influences on his and Travis's life together. A change of direction that to me felt perfectly logical, as their relationship slowly segued into a closeness far more substantial than the hot but meaningless sex that first brought them together.

I adore! adore! adore! this love story. It's a beautiful, and at times, moving experience that held me rapt the first time I read it and thrilled me even more this second time round. Roe and Travis are definitely one of my all time favourite m/m couples, and I simply fell in love with them all over again. The hard hitting kink factor might be make or break for some and I understand that it isn't going to be everyone's cup of tea, but it's certainly mine! Heidi Cullinan rocked this one for me. It's no secret that she's one of my top go to authors but this is pretty much perfection as far as I'm concerned. Just sublime!

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Excerpt

My name is Monroe Davis, and this is the story of how I found home.

Once, home was Algona, Iowa. Growing up, everybody couldn’t wait to leave it, but I could have stayed forever. I still miss it sometimes. I miss the way the trees are thick and leafy, and the way the fields of corn and soybeans ripple in the wind as you drive through the countryside. I miss the way the earth bakes in August, moist and rich and full of life. I miss going to potlucks in the church basement, miss the annual Fourth of July parade full of people I’ve known since birth. But there came a point where I had to leave, because it wasn’t home, not anymore.

It started when my mom found my porn. She was cleaning my room, and for whatever reason she decided to clean out my bedside drawer too, all the way to the bottom, and she stumbled onto my stash. She gave it to my dad, who came straight out to me in the field. When I saw him coming, I turned off the tractor and ran to meet him because I thought something had happened, that someone had been hurt.

But he didn’t say anything. He just held up those magazines and DVDs and looked at me, waiting for me to explain. Except it was exactly what he’d already figured out, so I lowered my head and stared at the alfalfa under my boots as my breathing got funny. The blood rushed around in my head, and sweat ran down my neck.

After a long, painful silence, Dad turned around and headed to the house.

I got on the tractor and finished raking the hay because I didn’t know what else to do.

They sent the pastor of our church to talk to me. He told me about hell and how my lifestyle would send me there. He explained how my choices were an abomination to God and an insult to the good name of my family. My dad wouldn’t look me in the eye, and my mom cried all the time. My brother, Bill, acted like I’d punched him in the gut.

You would have thought I’d murdered somebody’s baby. I guess to them, I did. Except I was the same Roe they’d always known. They just hadn’t known about the part I’d kept quiet.

Bill was the first to finally talk to me. He said after praying, and with Pastor’s help, the family came to a decision. It would be okay if I stayed, but I needed to get counseling from Pastor Tim. Bill also told me about some nice girls I should think about dating. He hinted he knew a few who would be okay for just sex, though I couldn’t tell Mom about that. But I had to do the counseling, and there could be no more gay porn and no more gay, period. It was either this or leave the farm.

Well, I left.

I didn’t leave town, though, and mostly I ran around getting into trouble. It took me little more than half a year to end up in prison because of a really bad bar fight. This was after lots of times in lockup and a half a dozen random charges, all about drinking and fighting. They gave me three years, which turned into one, and then they let me out at eight months because of overcrowding. I wore my ankle bracelet, kept my head down and was good to my probation officer.

When they turned me loose for good, I got out of Algona.

I was tired of it. Tired of letting other people make me feel like shit. Tired of people treating me as if I had the plague. Tired of alternating between blaming everybody else for my problems and thinking if I acted guilty enough they might forgive me.

I got tired of waiting for home to come to me. So I made damn sure I never needed home again.

As you can imagine, life eventually got the better of me.

I met Travis Loving when I went to work at Nowhere Ranch. I’d been shuffling around ranches throughout the Midwest, doing time in Kansas and the Dakotas. Nowhere, in northwestern Nebraska, was the farthest west I’d yet gone. I will admit I answered the ad because of the name. Also because if I went through one more fucking North Dakota winter, I was going to hang myself. I’d heard it wasn’t quite as bad in Nebraska. So after a few good days of partying in Omaha, I contacted the ranch manager, who said he’d give me a try, and off I went.

The other thing I liked about Nowhere Ranch was it was a hobby ranch, almost as small as a larger farm. I know everybody’s all about the sexy Southern cowboys and big ranches and tumbleweeds blowing by you, but I grew up on a farm, and it’s what I know. Ranches usually feel too big. It’s the wrong culture or something.

Nowhere Ranch was smaller, and it was way out in the boondocks—hence, the name. Apparently when Loving bought it, he kept talking about how he was moving out to the middle of nowhere, and the name stuck. It was a good, solid operation, especially considering the owner was still pretty green. The feed was all organic, and he had about as many sheep as he did cattle. We only had sheep a short while at Dad’s farm, but I knew enough about them to understand what I was getting into.

None of the other hands lived on site, which worried me at first. But the manager said it really was a small operation, and they rotated through a set of local guys when they needed them. He also said if I wasn’t fussy, there was an apartment above the stable I was welcome to. It wouldn’t cost me anything if I was willing to be on standby to do work off the clock, like help round up steers that got out. So it would only be me and the owner at the ranch, with the manager and his family down the road.

As soon as I heard about having my own apartment, not a bunk with other guys, I was ready to do about anything to get there. I was careful about anybody finding out I was queer, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling something I didn’t expect would trip me up. I was pretty sure handling sheep and calves wasn’t going to give me away, but in my own place I could jerk off without watching to make sure nobody noticed there was nothing but dick in the mags and vids I had.

Except the apartment was a real fucking dive. It was about twelve by twelve, and I think the carpet had been there since 1972 without once making the acquaintance of a vacuum. It was furnished, with a bed and a table and a recliner and a nightstand, but I took one look at the bedding and headed to Walmart to replace it. While I was there I picked up a bottle of bleach too. But I was still overall pleased with the place. After a little cleaning and replacement parts, it was a palace to me.

The only problem was there really wasn’t a kitchen to speak of, just a dorm-sized fridge and a hot plate. I’m not any kind of fancy chef, but eating out all the time is expensive, and I get tired of sandwiches. It was enough of a hitch in my get-along that I thought about asking for a proper stove, but in the end I decided I could limp along to start. I’d lobby for a moderate kitchen upgrade once I had a better lay of the land. If I even stayed long enough to bother with it.

The first two weeks I only saw Loving in passing, usually in the mornings as he stood with the manager, Tory Parrish, at the fence rail. Tory would nod while Loving spoke quietly, his tan cowboy hat bobbing as he turned this way and that, gesturing to fields and barns and equipment. Occasionally I also saw Loving head out on his horse a couple hours after the last of the hands had gone home and he’d had his evening meeting with Tory. Sometimes I would watch him ride out, because it was a nice vista, man on horse, silhouetted against the sunset.

Loving was tall and broad, a few inches shorter than my six-two. Handsome in a way I appreciated, but he was significantly older than me. By this time I was almost twenty-five, and Loving had to be pushing forty. He seemed more like my dad than somebody to ogle. Also, he’s the boss. I knew he used to be a professor in Omaha and he was divorced with no kids, and I knew he’d only owned this ranch for about three years. Mostly I didn’t pay him much attention outside of noting when he was around so I could work harder at not being a dick. Because I did like the job, and outside of the mediocre kitchen, I enjoyed the apartment.

One Saturday night there was a knock on my door, and when I opened it, by God if it wasn’t Loving standing there. He gave me a curt nod as a greeting. “We got trouble on the north ridge. Can I get you to lend a hand?”

I said sure. After hustling into my boots, I grabbed my hat and followed him down the stairs.

Tory was already on a four-wheeler, rifle stowed in the back. Loving had his own ride waiting beside Tory’s, but I noticed there wasn’t a third, so I climbed on behind Tory and held on to the rack as we rode.

When I saw the ewe bobbing around in the field, bumping into the other sheep and acting like she was drunk, I knew what we were in for.

“It looks neurological.” Loving sounded uncertain though, and Tory shrugged.

“It’s neurological all right,” I said. “That ewe has rabies.”

They both turned to me, surprised. “How can you tell?” Tory asked.

I motioned to the ewe. “She’s acting all crazed. It’s eating her brain right now. We’ve got to put her down and get her the hell out of here. Need to isolate the rest of this herd right quick. Groups as small as you can get. You don’t know how many she’s bit.”

“I’ll call the vet.” Loving reached for his phone.

I shook my head. “Ain’t no point.”

“But there’s a treatment,” Loving pressed. “They give it to people.”

“Yeah. And it’s several thousand dollars a pop. This is thirty head of sheep. You’d do better to slaughter them and get new.” I gestured to the huddled herd. “Partition them off as best you can and wait it out, is my advice. Either they been infected or not. All you can do is wait and see.” I tugged on the brim of my hat. “What you do need to do is call all the hands and make sure none of them’s been bit. You only got so many hours between exposure and death.”

Loving reached for his phone again, but Tory already had his out and waved him off.

“I’ll call the boys. You two get her put down and figure out how the fuck we’re going to isolate them.”

Loving grabbed the rifle, nodding at me as he loaded the cartridges. “You’re sure about this?”

Hell yes, I was sure. “They get it from skunks, see. Anyway, it’s the sort of thing you don’t mess around with. She could infect half the herd tonight. Better to kill her and find out I’m wrong than wait and lose them all. The only positive test is to examine her brain. Which kind of requires her to be dead.”

Loving grimaced and nudged his hat higher on his head with his knuckle. “And here I thought foot rot was hell.”

“Oh, everything about sheep is hell. We never cussed more than the years we raised them.”

Loving sighed and raised the rifle, only to lower it again. “Would you mind trying to separate her a little? But don’t expose yourself.”

Heading for the main body of the herd, I clapped my hands and called, “Hee-yah,” until they started to bleat and stumble over each other trying to get away. The rabid ewe followed them for a second before she fell. She got up pretty quickly, and when she did, she came for me.

Sheep don’t exactly set land-speed records, but I hustled out of the way because I wasn’t interested in catching any stray gunshot. Turns out I needn’t have worried, as Loving could shoot a single hair off your head at half a mile. He put the bullet right between her eyes, and she went down like a ton of bricks.

Tory tucked his phone back into his pocket. “I got hold of everybody. All the boys are coming in to help sort them out. I thought probably in the stalls in the horse barn. Chaucer and the boys won’t hurt to be out in the pasture a few days, and we can whip up temporary pens in the south field.”

That’s what we did. We ended up only losing two more sheep total, which was good. But I didn’t talk to Loving for the rest of the week. On Friday, he took off. Tory said he’d be gone through the weekend.

I thought maybe this would be a good time to get away myself. I was starting to get itchy. I headed into town to the public library, where an online search for nearby gay bars informed me I would be going three hours north to Rapid City to get laid. I know they have them fancy apps on smartphones to hook up, but I can’t abide putting that kind of money down for a piece of plastic.

I worried Tory would say I couldn’t leave the ranch unattended, but he said not to bother about it, as he always kept an eye out when Loving was gone. He said I was to go on and have a nice time.

The drive was okay. Mostly I didn’t notice anything around me, too busy thinking about how I could spend the next forty-eight hours fucking and getting fucked. I checked into my hotel, showered, and fussed with my clothes before heading over at nine.

The bar was small and sad, nothing like the flashy stuff I’d gotten used to in Omaha and Kansas City. In North Dakota I had gone to Fargo, which hadn’t been bad. This place was a different story. There was hardly anybody there, and most of them had already hooked up. But I saw one lone cowboy sitting at the bar, and I bee-lined to him, determined to spread my legs even if he looked like Ethel Merman.

You probably saw this coming, but I have to tell you, you could have knocked me over with a feather when the cowboy turned around and he was Travis Loving.

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Heidi Cullinan has always loved a good love story, provided it has a happy ending. She enjoys writing across many genres but loves above all to write happy, romantic endings for LGBT characters because there just aren't enough of those stories out there. When Heidi isn't writing, she enjoys cooking, reading, knitting, listening to music, and watching television with her husband and ten-year-old daughter. Heidi is a vocal advocate for LGBT rights and is proud to be from the first midwestern state with full marriage equality.

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18 comments:

  1. Another book from Heidi, have loved them all so far. I can't wait to read this,

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  2. What a titillating excerpt.

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  3. Heidi Cullinan wrrites really interesting stories, I love Carry the Ocean.

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  4. Another good one for Heidi. I loved reading the excerpt and have put this book on my to read list. I can't wait to read Nowhere Ranch.

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  5. Great review, Macky! And I love the excerpt. I can't wait to read Nowhere Ranch

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  6. So looking forward to reading it! Loved, loved, loved Carry the Ocean!

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  7. Haven't read anything from this author yet! Thanks!

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  8. Would love a nice copy of this
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  9. I enjoyed the review and think this sounds like a fascinating story. Thanks for the opportunity to win a copy!

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  10. yhe book sounds like a good read can't wait to read it

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  11. I've been wanting to read this!

    --Trix

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  12. Thanks for the chance can't wait to read this !!☺

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  13. sounds great....would love to win it

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  14. This has been on my wish list for a while. Thanks for a chance at winning a copy.

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  15. Sounds like a very good story.

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  16. All of your books sound fascinating! I really need to know what Travis said to Roe when he turned around!!!!!

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