Dust and Desire - Sagebrush Cowboys #5 - Signed Paperback

Dustin
I came to Sagebrush to start over.

After a messy divorce and a coming out I should’ve done years ago, I left behind the city, the boardroom, and the version of myself I no longer recognized. I invested in the Baker Ranch, helped build their rodeo arena, and tucked myself away in the far end of the property, hoping peace would follow.

It didn’t.

Everyone around me has someone. And while I smile and play along during town events and holiday dinners, the truth is—I’m tired of being the one who always goes home alone.

Then Alex walks into my life like he owns the place.

He’s cocky, charming, built like trouble, and wears his cowboy hat like it’s a crown. He calls me city boy with a wink that lights me on fire. And when he catches me skinny-dipping in the creek, he doesn’t look away.

Now I’m falling, fast and hard, for a man who makes me feel like I’ve been missing something my whole life.

Alex
I don’t settle. Can’t. I’ve spent my life drifting from one ranch to the next, never staying long enough to get hurt. But Sagebrush feels different.

He feels different.

Dustin Corvus is older, steady, the kind of man who knows how to listen—and how to make me fall apart with just a look. He’s quiet strength wrapped in slow-burning heat, and every time I try to keep my distance, I end up wanting him more.

But if I stay, the past might catch up to me. And if I go, I might break something I never knew I needed.

Dust and Desire is a magnetic, achingly intimate romance between a guarded cowboy who never stays and the quiet man who makes him want to. With scorching heat, heart-deep emotion, and the kind of slow-burn tension that will leave readers breathless, this is a small-town love story you’ll feel in your bones.

Perfect for fans of age gap, opposites attract, found family, and second chances under the wide Texas sky.

Get ready to fall in love with Sagebrush all over again

Excerpt from Chapter Six: Dustin
My heart was pounding when I got back to my cabin. I slammed the door behind me, pressing my back against the cool door. Sweat ran down my forehead and neck from the heat and the running. I could barely believe what I’d seen.
Alex fucking Reyes… butt ass naked and dripping wet. God… I’d never gotten so hard so fast in my entire life.
His body was even more perfect than I’d imagined during those nights I’d lain awake, staring at the ceiling, trying not to think about him. The sun had kissed every inch of his tanned skin, highlighting the defined muscles of his back, the curve of his ass, the strong thighs. I pressed the heel of my palm against my crotch, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
“Fuck,” I muttered, pushing away from the door.
I needed a shower. A cold one. But even as I thought it, I knew cold water wouldn’t wash away the image burned into my retinas. I saw Alex standing in that river, water sluicing down his body, and completely unaware of my presence. Well, until he caught me that was.
But there wasn’t time to think about that. Not right now.
I stripped off my sweat-damp shirt and tossed it onto the bed, then kicked off my boots. My jeans followed, and I nearly groaned with relief when I freed my cock from my underwear. It stood at attention, harder than it had been in months. Maybe years.
This was still new to me, wanting a man this badly. I’d known I was gay since high school. Of course, that didn’t stop me from pushing it down all those years and marrying Ali in the vain hope that it would someday just go away. Still, even after the coming out and the divorce, I’d never felt this kind of raw, desperate need before. Not for anyone.
I stumbled into the tiny bathroom and turned on the shower. Not cold. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. I wanted… no needed release.