Whit's End
By Laura Harner
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When his three-day marriage ends in an annulment, country music sensation Brody Kent finds himself on the run from paparazzi intent on discovering why. Seeking shelter with his old friend at the Willow Springs Ranch might not be his wisest choice, considering the place is crawling with gay cowboys, but he needs someone he can trust and time alone to look for the joy that’s been missing from his music. Although no one should know of his travel plans, before he can make the turn to relative safety, Brody’s run off the road by a rogue reporter determined to get a scoop. A very different cowboy rides to his rescue...and Brody can’t help but wonder, well, a lot of things.
The men at the WSR might work hard and play harder, but as the long-awaited Ranch Quest approaches, ranch hand Whit Truman needs to focus on preparing to host the sick children and not the oh-so-sexy voice from his past due to arrive at any minute. Not that the singer would have any reason to remember his brother’s childhood friend. When a desert storm postpones the event by a week, Whit takes some much-needed time off, only to stumble upon the object of his avoidance in a most surprising place. The walking, talking grown-up version of his teenage crush isn’t anything like the arrogant megastar Brody plays onstage—most of the time. That unexpected vulnerability could prove to be Whit’s undoing, as he vows to do everything in his power to protect Brody...if he doesn’t kill him first.
Laura Harner
Laura lives on waterfront property in Arizona because she's always wanted to be an oxymoron. She once enjoyed hobbies such as gardening and travel—now the characters in her head compel her to tell their stories, so she writes. (It doesn't actually help quiet the voices—but it keeps the folks in the white jackets at bay.)She shares her home with an ever-revolving cast of characters—some of whom are actually real—and is living her dream of building her own version of the Willow Springs Ranch.With over fifty published novels and novellas, Laura is an international bestselling author of erotic romances, romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and Highland romances. Her books can be found at all major online retailers.Connect with her online at:http://lauraharner.com
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Whit’s End by Laura HarnerBook #6: Willow Springs Ranch SeriesSource: PurchaseMy Rating: 4/5 starsMy Review: Brody Kent has spent the bulk of his life living his life in the public eye. As a country music sensation, Brody’s every move, every word, and every action is chronicled by the press. For many years, Brody was OK with the constant attention but, of late, the attention hasn’t been good and Brody needs some time to regroup and to do that, he has to escape. With the help of his old friend, Cass, Brody makes his way toward the Willow Springs Ranch.Whit has been at the WSR for a lot years and has no intention of ever leaving. Though he loves the ranch and will continue working there, he wants a place of his own and with Cass’s help, that has become possible. The cabin is small and it will take a very long time to get the land and his home the way he wants it, but Whit is more than willing to put in the time, effort, and money. For the time being, his home away from the WSR is just right for one but could accommodate two if the need arose. Turns out, the weather is just in the mood to have Whit’s home accommodate two. The second they get safely out of the weather and into Whit’s tiny cabin, the attraction between Whit and Brody is evident. Whit has no problem giving into the attraction as long as Brody is willing to go the distance. Whit has no interest in being another of Brody’s one night stands. Brody clearly and freely admits to being bisexual in private but if the world were to discover his attraction to men, it would likely ruin his career. Make no mistake, he wants to give into his attraction to Whit but his life is already such a mess that he just can’t risk any further scandal or controversy. For the time being, Brody is safe with Whit and once the weather passes, he’ll be able to take up residence at the WSR. Life at the WSR is crazier than normal with the preparations for Ranch Quest in full swing. Cass knows he and his men can protect Brody and his whereabouts under normal circumstances but with all the activity, Cass feels it’s best to have Whit remain by Brody’s side. The attraction between the men continues to grow but there is hesitation on both sides. For the first time in years, Brody is able to write music again, he isn’t being hounded by the press on a regular basis, and he has found someone he is certain he can he happy with. If only the world he lives in could accept the truth of Brody and his life. Whit has every intention of protecting Brody and as their relationship evolves into something real, he takes his duties all the more seriously. Unfortunately, getting to an HEA isn’t going to be easy and it is going to require that Whit break Brody’s heart and cause him to question everything and everyone in his life. If Brody can survive what he perceives to be the ultimate betrayal, he will be able to make his way back to Whit and to a life that is truly a happily ever after for them both. The Bottom Line: With the major plot line of the series resolved in the previous read, Whit’s End comes back around to telling the story of just two people, Whit and Brody. Whit has made the occasional appearance in previous installments of the series so it is appropriate that he finally get his own book. Whit isn’t sad per se but he is looking for his forever and had no idea his forever would be in the form of a man he already has a history with. There is some fine backstory in this read, some fine story in the present, and by the time you get to the end, a fine future for two incredibly deserving men. Whit’s End is a an excellent rebound from the disaster that was Park’s Lot and gives me incredible hope for the future of the series.
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Whit's End - Laura Harner
Whit’s End
Willow Spring Ranch
Laura Harner
Whit’s End is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 by Laura Harner
Cover photograph by DWS Photography
Cover Art by Laura Harner
Edited by Jae Ashley
All rights reserved.
Smashwords Edition Published in the United States by Hot Corner Press.
ISBN: 978-1-937252-88-5
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Contents
Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
About the Author
Also Available
Acknowledgements
Author’s note: All the main characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years or older. The Pinetop Stars Camp is a fictional children’s charity and Ranch Quest is a fictional benefit event supporting terminally ill children.
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following trademarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
American Idol: FremantleMedia North America, Inc. Hummer
Chevy: General Motors, LLC
Corona: Cerveceria Modelo, S.A. de C.V.
Four Seasons: Four Seasons Hotels Limited
Jeep: Chrysler Group, LLCJim Beam: Jim Beam Brands Co.
Les Paul: Gibson Guitar Corp.
Marlboro: Philip Morris USA Inc.
Marines: US Marine Corps, a component of the US Department of the Navy
McDonald’s: McDonald’s Corporation
SEALs: The Department of the Navy
Stetson: John B. Stetson Company
Technicolor: Technicolor Trademark Management SAS Corporation
Toyota Camry: Toyota Motor Corporation
Twitter: Twitter, Inc.
Wranglers: Wrangler Apparel Corp.
Chapter One
White-knuckling the steering wheel, Whit held his breath and gunned the big four-wheel drive Chevy, willing the beast to fight up the steep incline of the seasonal creek bed. The engine roared, and the front tires grabbed, inching him forward, closer to the flat ground he desperately needed if he was going to get out of here before the area became impassable. The front of the truck crested the bank, but the rear tires spun on the loose rocks of the arroyo and the bed of the truck slipped sideways. For a moment, Whit wondered if the truck was going to circle around and dump his ass in the wash. In this weather, it wouldn’t be long before the normally dry creek would be roiling with flash flood water, rocks, and debris.
He babied the gas pedal, tapped the brakes, and jerked the wheel hard left. Every muscle tensed as he leaned into the turn as if he could move the truck to safety through sheer force. The truck inched forward with a groan that could be heard over the pounding rain. With a sudden jerk that snapped his neck, the front wheels grabbed and the truck shot forward, hurtling him toward the tall pinyon that marked the entry to his property.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as he braked too hard and the truck fishtailed, sliding inexorably toward the pine. He might have yelled as the sound of metal-meets-tree punctuated his impromptu parking job. Well, fuck.
With the driver’s side door tucked up close and personal with the tree, Whit slid across to the passenger side and climbed out to assess the damage. Yesterday, like most days in Arizona, there hadn’t been a cloud in the sky. But some funky spring storm that had been building over the Pacific coast caught a high wind, and overnight, the storm warnings had been raised to extreme. Word of the accompanying rains and flash floods had been enough for the Willow Springs Ranch owners to postpone the long-planned Ranch Quest set for this weekend. The twenty kids in treatment for life threatening or terminal illnesses might have been looking forward to spending the day at the WSR, but they would have to wait another week. If the rain came in the forecasted amounts, there would be no way to get a bus down the long dirt road that led to the ranch.
Which was why Whit was now out here at his newly purchased ranch land. As soon as his boss, Cass Cartwright, confirmed the delay of plans, Whit had beat feet to get to the ramshackle cabin set in the middle of his seventy acres. He’d made it before the rain and stayed just long enough to ensure the place was as secure as he could make it. The power generators were in the shed, the tools locked away, and the windows and doors were secured. The place might not be much, but it was his. He counted himself fortunate to find acreage close enough to the WSR that he could keep his job and still use his days off to work at making his cabin habitable. Someday he’d be able to build, but for now, this was his, and he planned to take damn good care of the place.
Without even looking at the damage, he already knew all hope of getting back to the WSR today was gone. The entry to his land was straight off the highway but the turnoff to the WSR was five miles back, toward the interstate, and even if he could see in this deluge, the dirt road to the ranch would be impassible by the time he extricated his truck.
After turning off the ignition, he jammed his hat down harder on his head, then pushed the door open, which turned off the truck lights, pitching him into an eerie gloom. His boots squelched in the mud when he jumped from the truck. Removing a coil of rope and a shovel from behind the seats and a flashlight from the glove box, he locked the truck and prepared to hike back the way he came to wait out the storm. At least he’d get a fair idea of whether or not his cabin was watertight.
Lights danced crazily across the trees in front of him, and for a moment, Whit thought he was seeing a strange lightning pattern refracted in the pouring rain. The lights bounced then swept to the left, and Whit turned to catch sight of a white sedan as it swerved, jerked sideways, then rolled to a stop not more than fifteen feet from his truck. The door opened and a man in boots, jeans, long-sleeved shirt, and a white hat jumped from the driver’s side door. The outfit might be generic cowboy, but Whit had no difficulty recognizing the familiar figure as he jumped from the car, and the way he started running blindly said trouble.
Hey, over here,
Whit yelled, flipping on the flashlight and waving his arms, already moving in the man’s direction. The man turned toward him, just as the predicted trouble arrived in the form of a black Jeep Wrangler.
The Jeep bounced over the drainage ditch to come to a stop next to the car. A bright light flashed once before the door opened and someone in a blue plastic rain poncho climbed out. The light flashed again, and he heard the man’s voice call out, effectively putting the puzzle together for Whit.
Brody! Mr. Kent! Keith Marker here from TYZ news. Any comment on Lisa’s statement earlier today? Do you want to comment on the rumors you’re ga—
He slipped in the mud and executed a perfect belly flop, landing camera first in a reddish brown puddle.
Country music superstar Brody Kent had been due to arrive at the Willow Springs this morning for a few days away from the fallout surrounding his three-day marriage to Lisa Bennington, an up-and-coming young actress. Whatever the true circumstances surrounding their whirlwind courtship, filing for an annulment after seventy-two hours had shifted the lovey-dovey wedding coverage into a vulture-like feeding frenzy. Apparently Brody had missed the WSR turnoff because this idiot reporter with a camera thought it was a good idea to use his Jeep to play a potentially deadly game of chase in hazardous weather.
Whit pulled his new houseguest behind him, rage at the reporter nearly hot enough to steam in the downpour. He knew exactly what question the reporter had been asking when he’d fallen. Are you gay? The questions regarding Brody’s sexuality had been the top news story for days now. Because America didn’t have anything more important to talk about. He might not be able to change the national conversation, but by god, this was his land now, and the least he could do was offer some protection. As soon as he could, he’d get Brody to the WSR, and then Cass could take over, but for now, he wasn’t about to let this jerk run Brody Kent to ground so he could mount his head like a trophy.
Get behind my truck,
Whit shouted. He drew his gun from his holster, cocked the hammer of the big .45 by the time the reporter got to his feet, his front covered in mud. When he started to bend down to pick up his camera, Whit fired into the ground just to the left.
You’re trespassing. Get out or I’ll shoot.
There might have been a few sputters, but under the circumstances—a gun pointing at his chest—the man climbed in his Jeep with ill-disguised anger, then rocked the wheels a few times before he stomped on the gas, spinning the four-wheel drive vehicle around, spraying mud everywhere.
Whit holstered his gun, then trotted over to where the journalist had fallen and pulled the abandoned camera from the muck and hung the strap over his shoulder before returning to his truck to retrieve Brody Kent.
You okay?
he shouted. The white hat nodded, rain pouring off the brim, the face kept down, as if he had a sudden need to study his shoes.
Okay. We can talk later.
He looked toward the rapidly rising creek. Four hours earlier, the ground had been dry as desert, strewn with baseball-sized stones and easy enough to drive over, as long as you went slow. Now, at least two feet of water spilled and splashed, a precursor to the raging torrent that would leave them cut off for hours or even days, depending on how long the rain fell. And thanks to his own near catastrophe climbing the bank, this side of the crossing had turned into a mudslide and left a steep drop of six feet to the bottom.
There was little time to waste. Whit took the rope, looped it around a tree, then handed one end to Brody. He twisted the other end around his hand. Do I need to tie this around your waist, or do you think you can hang on? I need you to anchor me while I cross, then I’ll do the same for you. It’s just enough to add some support, the water is moving fast and it’s gonna hurt like hell if it knocks one of us on our ass.
Where are we going?
Brody shouted. His gaze traveled from Whit’s truck to the rapidly rising water.
I’ve got a small cabin, back that way.
Whit pointed across the creek to the barely visible dirt track that led deeper into his property.