
"It's the last semester of vet school for David Livingston, and he's loving his job at a Thoroughbred farm. He loves the mares, he loves the foals, he loves the stallions, and, uh oh, he's starting to fall for the farm's charismatic owner, Marcus too. It's all very confusing for a guy who's never been interested in another man before.
When Marcus takes a tumble from a horse, it's up to David to help him out, but it's almost too much for David to handle. Stitching up Marcus's wound is challenging enough, but can David control his feelings too? Find out who gets Bruised ."

An August evening in Florida, the night purpling the sky, the sun slanting through the tall pines on the west side of Leprechaun Farms. An afternoon rain had made the air thick and humid; steam wafted from the paved asphalt of the drive. David Livingston waited for the gate to close behind him, standard procedure on a horse farm, just in case one might be loose and anxious for a walk off the property. As David angled his old Ranger up the curving drive, he saw Marcus Denton, the farm’s owner, riding a jump course in the west ring. He rode Smarty Pants, a big bay gelding from Smarty Jones lineage. The two of them arced over the jumps, porpoising against the twilight. David slowed the truck to admire Marcus’s broad-shouldered form over the course: a simple-looking fold at the waist, hands
