Well, the galley has gone back to my editor but I still await cover art and an official release date :( I really hope "Teach Me To Ride" (working title) will be available very soon. In the meantime, I thought I'd shared the pics that inspired Caroline and Michael and give you a little taster...
BLURB:
Caroline James
wants to be the best female investigative journalist London has ever seen. But
until she has the money to leave the small town of Fayre Mead, England, she's
stuck and her resentment is building. So when she assigned to cover the
Lakeland Horse Trials and meets sexy, dark-haired and astoundingly fit horse trainer,
Michael Canton, she is happy to vent some sexual and emotional frustration…and
write the story of her career. But is Michael just too hot for Caroline to
handle?
Michael Canton will
do anything in his power to silence his tyrannical father once and for all.
Under extreme pressure to compete, Michael’s fiery emotions are running high
and it could be a step too far for this father and son. Caroline’s beauty and
sexual confidence hitches his hungry higher and she stokes an inner strength
and determination he never knew he had. Together, they are a formidable
team…but will their burning ambitions ultimately blow them apart?
EXCERPT
Still sitting in his lap, she reached
behind her and lowered the zipper of her dress. It fell down over her
shoulders, revealing naked breasts. His erection ached at the sight of her
creamy white, perfect tits with nipples big and dark. He licked his lips and
moved forward to suck one hard tip into his mouth. Her gasp sounded above him.
Her skin smelled of something sweet and sexy, innocence mixed with danger. He inhaled deeply as he grazed her pebbled nipple with his teeth before reclaiming her mouth. Her tongue was rigid and demanding against his as they fought for supremacy.
Rolling her over, he shimmied the dress down her body and tossed it to the floor. Naked, but for tiny satin panties, darkened by juices at her clit, Michael didn’t think he had ever seen a woman look more beautiful. He drank in every inch of her, knowing deep inside that this might be the only moment he’d ever see her like this. The only chance to take her, to watch her enjoy unadulterated pleasure. God, he wanted to give her pleasure.
“Michael…”
He snapped his gaze to hers. She watched him. Her eyes were heavy lidded, screaming for him, wanting him. Male pride surged like a fireball behind his ribcage. He crawled up beside her and kissed her, his fingers trailing over her breasts, lower over her torso before diving into her panties.
She was wet. Soaking wet.
His hand glided over her narrow strip of pubic hair to her rigid clit. He circled, stretched, and teased, then moved lower until his fingers found her slit, his blood roaring in his ears. He felt alive, masculine and powerful. Her legs opened and he thrust two fingers deep inside.
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