The Cowboy (Men Under Revue #4)

Prologue

Nashville is known as the Music Capital of the World. A city filled with southern culture, honky-tonks, and a nightlife that’s worth its weight in denim and diamonds.

Feel free to leave your life, love, and all those inhibitions behind. You won’t need them where you’re going.

What happens here stays here. There is no secret Broadway can’t keep, not a single one.

The heart of the city is filled with live music and line dancing for those who need an escape from reality.

No one sleeps here; we run on alcohol and caffeine twenty-four-seven. Sure, the bars close at 3 a.m., but that's only what can be seen on the surface.

There’s a deeper level to Music Row that often goes unnoticed. Unless you know exactly where to look.

Husbands may come for the whiskey and live music, but their wives come for us—more than once, if they're lucky.

It’s not just the married ones who come for easy entertainment either.

The single women are even more fun to play with, desperate and thirsty for attention. They’re the ones who believe they can take us home at the end of the night—or at least try.

We’re not strippers; we don’t accept tips or dollar bills in our tight-fitting boxers that leave almost nothing to the imagination.

We’re dancers, performers, entertainers.

You can touch us all you want; in fact, we encourage it.

But at the end of the show, we no longer belong to you.

We are the men who run this city.

We are the men of the underground.

We are the Men Under Revue.

Ravish the women…

Reign worldwide…

Revue first and forever…