About Brownie’s Sway
Author: BA Tortuga
Word Count: 21300
Page Count (pdf): 108
ISBN: 978-1-951532-30-7
Price: $2.99
Pairing: MM
Series: Midnight Rodeo
Genre: paranormal
Date Published: 11/19/2019
Publisher: Turtlehat Creatives
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Brownie January is used to being the go-to man for the day-to-day operations of Midnight Rodeo. As the assistant to the arena boss, he works hard, sometimes for very little recognition, which can hurt a brownie’s pride. Still, he’s pretty happy with his job, his family at the rodeo, and the periodic carrot cake. If he longs for more, well, he keeps it to himself.
That is until Kingston comes along. The new healer is a unicorn, and is definitely the most magical thing January has ever seen. He’s smart, gorgeous, and interested in January, which just seems too good to be true. Now both January and Kingston must overcome their misgivings, and their pride, to form a lasting love before it’s too late.
Excerpt:
“January?” He could hear Thack calling for him, those big feet stomping in the five hundred dollar work boots. “Where the hell are my keys? I know you have them.” That voice was like two stones rubbing together. Two boulders maybe.
He took a deep breath. “I am efficient. Precise. Polite. Hard-working.” Really what he felt was angry. Thack had been in a foul mood ever since they’d hit Oklahoma, and he’d taken it out on January one too many times. Nothing he’d done had put Thack in this humor. In fact it was not the fault of anyone still at Darque and Knight Rodeo Company.
And he didn’t have Thack’s motherfucking keys, either.
January closed his eyes, knowing even the powerful demons couldn’t see him until he was ready. He would be a hole in space and time.
“I brought you carrot cake, buddy. I know I’ve been an ass.” Thack’s tone changed, becoming placating, and the scent of cream cheese and raisins filled the air.
His eyes popped open. Oh. He loved carrot cake. “It smells good.”
He imagined Thack’s keys, and they appeared next to Thack’s hand where he stood next to January’s desk. The witching hour was coming, change on the air like fog in the night.
“Thanks, January. Come on, kiddo. Have cake with me. I need a sugar attitude adjustment.” Thack put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently.
“I’d love to. Thank you, sir. I do love a good carrot cake.” And he adored Thack, to be honest. For a demon with a broken heart, he was fair, easy to work with (mostly), and good.
“Yeah.” Thack smiled when he came into view. “Here. There’s some lawn chairs.” Thack eased into one. “Damn, my neck is like frozen rope.”
He wasn’t sure if he should offer to rub or not, so he thought a hot towel around Thack’s neck.
“Ohhh.” He thought Thack’s horns shrank a little. The more aggravated the man got, the bigger they got.
Then he decided to wrap one towel each around the base of each horn while he dug into the cake.
Thack moaned, licking frosting off his fork. “You’re a marvel. Why can’t the bullfighters be like you? Or the pick up men? Hell, half the damn riders are hurt.”
“I’m not sure I’d be a very good bullfighter. They wouldn’t even see me. The bulls.”
“Nope. It would be awkward.” Thack chuckled, then sighed. “Did I tell you Doc has a new assistant coming in? So many of the shifters are getting hurt…”
“You think the bulls are to blame, boss?” He wasn’t sure why that would be, otherwise.
“I think so, yeah. We need to dial it back. I think the demons are getting through too strong.”
January thought, quite privately, that was the crowds, egging the demons on, but that wasn’t his place to say. He had been told by his last family that he had too many opinions. That was why he was with Thack at the rodeo.
“Do I need to arrange transport and living accommodations for him?”
“He’s bringing a truck and one of those shiny aluminum things.”
“Ah. How droll.” Again, privately, January loved an Airstream, but Thack thought they were tacky.
“Yes. He’s from your part of the world.”
“New Braunfels?”
Thack rolled his eyes. “No, Aberdeen.”
“Oh.” He’d been away from the Isles for centuries, but he did have memories — both fond and not. “Well, good for him.”