With This Cowboy I Love So Freely — Ryan Field

A male-male cowboy anthology filled with love, passion, emotion, and the promise of a bright tomorrow In this collection of Ryan Field stories that is focused on erotic cowboy love, the gay romance and emotion isn't overlooked either. In A Life Filled with Awesome Love set in 1959, young Travis finds the cowboy of his dreams through an ad in the back of a rodeo magazine. In Something for Saint Jude, the main character finds his passion, but he had to take a cruise to discover it was in his backyard all along. And then there's poor Noah in Cowboy Mike and Buddy Boy who falls in love with a married Cowboy and he doesn't know where to run when the wife finds out. One story is slightly quirky, and the love and emotion is focused more on positive self-discovery than finding a man. And then there's a New Adult story in Cowboy Howdy, where two young guys from different parts of the country meet and fall in love their first semester in college. This is a book of true love in its finest form, and the ability with which to love freely and openly. In a world where love is the only thing that promises a happy ending. Cowboy Howdy, Missing Jackson's Hole, Kevin Loves Cowboys, Something for Saint Jude, That Cowboy in the Window, Cowboy Mike and Buddy Boy, and A Life Filled with Awesome Love, were all previously published as individual eBooks by loveyoudivine Alterotica. Excerpt: In Twimbly Hall, the men's dorm smelled like wet towels. The rooms were nothing more than small, rectangular boxes with dove gray cinderblock walls trimmed in dark, prison-gray steel. The thick steel doors, forever cold to the touch, were so heavy, people had to lean in with their shoulders to push them open. If someone stood in the doorway and looked straight into a dorm room, they would see one long, thin window dead center on the far wall with a steel crank at bottom. There was no cross ventilation. The smell of young men would be forever concealed within the frayed edges of stained mattresses and threadbare industrial carpets. Payne hadn't expected The Plaza Hotel, but he hadn't expected the room to be quite that dismal. It was clearly divided into two parts by a dark green, built-in Formica nightstand that separated a couple of twin beds…one side of each bed rested flat against a cinderblock wall. The right side of the room mirrored the left with more dark green Formica built-ins. To add to all this lack of appeal, there were identical Formica closets near the bathroom door, built-in dressers with four drawers, and narrow desks with black, Danish-modern chairs that had been covered in brown Naugahyde probably dating back to the late 1970's. It was obvious that Payne's new roommate had already arrived and claimed the left side of the room. Mismatched vinyl luggage in pale blue and mustard gold had been tossed on one twin bed. And the most ridiculous dented footlocker, in emerald green with black trim, had been set at the foot of the bed. The footlocker's lid had been left wide open, exposing piles of white socks, white boxer shorts, and several baseball caps in darker shades. A hefty white athletic cup and jock strap, with off-white straps and a thick waistband, rested on the brown tweed industrial carpet next to the footlocker. On a hook above the foot of the bed, there was a well-worn, dark brown cowboy hat.