I write about cowboys all the time and I’m so excited to have another one here with me today, Coke Pharris. He stopped in to share with us about himself and his story in Roughstock: And A Smile – Season One. Thanks for being here, Coke. Now take a seat and let’s get started.
Can you tell us a little about yourself?
Howdy, y’all. Name’s Coke Pharris, as the lady said. I’m in cowboy safety — bullriding, most specifically. Been doing it going on twenty years, love it. Got me a sweet spread in Central Texas, for when I ain’t working.
Cowboy safety and bullriding. The two seem such opposites. Can you explain what you mean by “cowboy safety”?
Well, simply put… it’s my job to save bull riders from bulls. And I take my work very seriously.
Thanks, I understood, but I thought some of the readers might not. Now, can you give us two random thoughts about yourself, something that will surprise your readers?
Shee-it. I don’t reckon there’s much surprising ’bout me. I’m just tryin’ to be the best man I can be and keep my cowboys safe, you know? I guess folks wouldn’t think I read as much as I do, huh?
Okay, you’re a humble man. Can you share with us something about your daily life before the upheaval to your life?
(Grins) Lord — which upheaval? I have to tell y’all, that’s the thing ’bout rodeoing, we’re all about the adrenaline. I guess if you’re talking ’bout me and Dillon? Lord, my ordinary world had a lot less lovin’ and a lot more looking at a certain clown’s heinie.
Can you tell us what brought you into contact with Dillon?
Well, I always say it was Jason getting hurt bad that did it, made me start thinking thoughts about doin’ instead of looking. I mean, when someone that you care about gets hurt that bad, you start looking at your own shit. Livin’ with regrets is hell.
I couldn’t agree more. What was your immediate reaction to Dillon?
(grins) My immediate reaction to my cowboy ain’t appropriate for mixed company. I thought he was funny as all get out and had this backside like…uhn. Yeah. He was a little queeny, but good people.
You’re something else, Coke. (grinning back) Were you annoyed that Dillon was getting in the way of obtaining your goal?
Ain’t a person on the face of God’s earth able to get in my way.
I like a man with confidence. Can you share with us some of the headaches you faced in dealing with Dillon?
Took my cowboy a little while to understand that, no matter how I love him, don’t get in the way of the work. We had to figure that. Still are, lots of times. I got a calling to be a bullfighter and I can’t be trying to think on no one else while I’m doing it.
Did anyone seriously interfere in reaching your goal?
(twists lips) Dillon’d say my best guy, Nattie, but really, it’s my temper interferes.
Tempers can be troublesome at times, yes. Let’s lighten things up again. Did you feel an immediate attraction to Dillon?
(snorts) You ain’t seen my Dillon. I can tell. There ain’t been a human in fifteen years that hasn’t looked on that man with favor, ‘cept maybe Nattie and Andy Baxter.
Who made the first compromise in an attempt to make peace in your relationship?
Now that would be Dillon. He bends and I’m grateful for that, everyday.
He sounds like a special man. When did the heat between you and Dillon first start firing up? Did that complicate reaching your goal?
We gave voice to it after Jason got himself hurt. Us being together complicated shit in the arena, got us both hurt, but Dillon knows now, to back off when I’m working.
What led to the moment when you thought everything was lost between you two?
His name is Bushmaster. 2200 pounds of hoofed fury. Sorry bastard of a bull. That was a bad event and led me to my second broke neck.
Time to give up bullriding, in my opinion. You managed to make things work between you after some ups and downs. Would you go through all of that again?
Sure I would. The good Lord gives a man what he needs, what he can handle, and I’d walk through fire for my cowboy.
I think Dillon is lucky to have you in his life. Thanks, Coke, for sharing your time with us. Now you can sit back and let me talk to your author, BA Tortuga, for a while.
The voices in my head. 😀 They start revolting if I don’t give them space.
I understand and most writers would as well. Sometimes readers think we are a bit crazy, though.
What do you do to get away from the stress of writing?
Yoga. I also have an art studio that I spend at least one day a week in, creating.
A lot of writers I’ve talked with also have other creative outlets. I make art quilt wall hangings, but sometimes that is more stressful than writing.
Do you use a pen name? If so, why?
I do, because when I started writing m/m, the environment was incredibly unfriendly toward glbt writers. 🙂
Where do you find inspiration for your stories?
I listen. I go to the ranch, I go to rodeos, I go to the diner. I eavesdrop a lot.
Do you have a regular writing process?
I have a weekly word count that I shoot for, besides that, not really. 😉
Do you have some “words of wisdom” for other writers, especially for new writers?
Write. Over and over. When you’re not writing, read.
Excellent advice. You can’t improve if you don’t keep writing and trying to strengthen your writing skills.
Now, let’s talk some specifics about the book: Roughstock: And a Smile — Season One…
Genre: Gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-60370-4670, 1-60370-467-1
Length: 169 pages/53,100 words
Available file types: html, lit, pdf, prc, paperback
Publisher: Torquere Press
Buy Link: Torquere Press
Buy Link: Amazon
Did you have a favorite scene?
I love the scene where Coke and Dillon were texting each other, trying to decide if they were going to hook up.
Will there be any sequels to this book?
Coke and Dillon have a stand-alone sequel: Coke’s Clown. They also feature heavily in all the other Roughstock books. 🙂
It’s Coke Pharris’ job to save bull riders from bulls, and he takes his work very seriously. Which is why he’s devastated when one of his favorite riders gets hurt, and he’s determined to help the young man ride again. Dillon Walsh is the arena entertainer for the bull riding tour, and he wants to help. He also wants Coke, has been admiring the man for a long time. He hasn’t made a move on Coke for fear of messing up their friendship, but when he finds out Coke might feel the same way, Dillon has to try to win Coke over.
Coke thinks he’s too old for Dillon, too beat up and scarred, but he can’t resist when Dillon finally makes a play for him. Dillon is like a wet dream for Coke, and the two of them have a great time getting to know each other better, at least until the danger of their job threatens to come between them. Will Dillon and Coke be able to help their friend and weather the problems that blow their way?
Fred followed him, getting dressed quickly, splashing on the smell-good. “There’s some buckle bunnies heading for the after-party. You sure you aren’t interested in that? You don’t have to hang out with Gramps and Nate, you know.”
Chuckling, he rolled on some deodorant and pulled on his soft boxer-briefs. “I’m not that much younger than Coke, you know.”
Besides, it was one of those buckle bunny types who’d finally caught David and married him, and that put him off after parties for near a year.
“No way.” The kid looked shocked. “So does he look old or you look young?”
“I look good.” That was always his response, but even his mom said he was looking old around the eyes these days.
“Hell, our Dillon looks like a teenager, has to, to compete with them Wrangler butts.” Coke smiled at him, patted his ass on the way by.
His cheeks heated right up, and Dillon ducked his head. “You know it. Besides, everyone is looking at my legs, not my face.”
“Well, you keep it all covered up in makeup, son.” Coke bent over, tugged on some tighty-whities.
“You know, I’m not your son.” He snapped it out. Didn’t mean to, but all of that talk about Coke being old was depressing.
He got a shocked look, then Coke nodded, tugging on his jeans. “Sure. No offense meant.”
“I’m out of here, guys.” Fred looked between all of them, shrugged. “What time tomorrow, Boss?”
“Noon.” Coke nodded over, grabbed a shirt. “Have fun, kid.”
Dillon waited for Fred to close the door, and made sure Nate was still bellowing in the shower, before he clapped Coke on the back. “Sorry I snarled. You’re not that old, though, you know?”
“No big deal. I get familiar. It’s the Texan in me.” Coke dug out a ball cap, dumped his wallet out of his boots.
Bumping hips with the man, Dillon grabbed his shirt, laughing, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, if you want to get familiar, that’s cool, but I don’t see you as fatherly.”
“I don’t mean nothin’ by it. I’m the old man of the group – well, me and Thicket on the camera crew, we got everybody beat by a year or two.”
“Yeah, yeah. But you make it up in stamina.” Gracious. Listen to him, flirting like an idiot.
“Hell, yeah. I ain’t bendy no more, but I can go the distance.”
“I always thought so.” Clearing his throat, he pulled on his jeans. “So. Do I need to get a cab, or can I ride with you and Nate?”
“Shit, so…man. There’s room for you in the truck. Always.”
“Thanks.” He gave Coke a bright smile, trying to keep things light for a while. “Thanks, Coke. You always make a bad night better.”
Coke patted his back. “It’s my job. I fix shit and keep them bulls from running us into the ground.”
“You do.” Now, if Coke would just buy a clue and see that Dillon wanted to jump his old bones, life would be perfect.
Looked like that one he’d just have to take one day at a time.
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