A dark mane waved over the horse’s head, tipping at chocolate eyes. Muscles like she’d never seen ripped under his shiny covering. How would she break him? Why did she think she could? He wanted no one. Acted like king of the universe. So why? What about him made her determined to succeed?
Cadence Duvall tugged up her jacket collar against the slight Montana wind, stepped onto the bottom rail of the horse arena, and rested her chin on her gloved hands on the top rail. The round pen behind Divine enclosed a superb specimen of masculinity. He was a whim. Pure and simple. Somewhere in the dark secrets of her mind and body, she believed that if she broke him, it would cure her. No more going to bars, meeting strangers, and staying wherever, not caring about herself. This guy, this magnificent, dark-eyed, dark-bodied beast was her tamer. He had to be. If not, she’d… She shook her head as a tear tracked down her face, and gazed at the scenery.
The beauty of Trina and Matt’s land awed her. Her best friend was spot on in her description of the mountains being like protectors rising above the meadow. At the base, a stream wound around it like a ribbon tying everything together.
Behind her, the petting zoo fences contained a variety of animals—goats, horses, llamas, and miniature donkeys. Plants and flowers would fill the bare space of the garden nursery once the weather warmed. Until then, the merchandise stayed safe in the greenhouse.
The grace her best friend and her friend’s husband, Matt, bestowed by first building a training ring, and then, erecting a second barn to board horses was so remarkable, so endearing. She accepted she needed help and would try to put her life back on track. But how?
From the center of the corral, her dark tamer Thor gleamed, challenging her more than any man ever had. In her state of mind, breaking this stallion seemed an impossible task, but one she’d conquer for Trina and Matt. Even for Matt’s brother Travis and his girlfriend, Autumn, who by no means should show her mercy. Not after Cadence had plastered her body against his and lip-locked him this past summer.
The horse neighed his displeasure as if to say, “No way in hell will you break me.”
“I’ll show you. If I can’t, the horse whisperer will! So there!” she scoffed. At one time, breaking a spirited horse came naturally, instinctively. But now that inherent sense of how to proceed vanished. The intuitive stallion knew her mood and didn’t trust her.
Desire, Book 3, Montana Dreams Series
Top 10 Favorite Couples (fictional or real)
1. My Mom & Dad
2. My husband & Me
3. Elizabeth Bennet and Dr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice
4. Harry & Sally in Harry Met Sally
5. Chandler and Monica from Friends
6. Allie and Noah from The Notebook
7. Claire and Jamie from Outlander
8. Elinor and Edward in Sense and Sensibility
10. Kathleen Kelly and Joe Fox in You Got Mail