Title: Stud Farm: The Delancey Brothers
Author: Joanna Blake
Photog: Rob Kristian Photography
Cover Model: Craig Gierish
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations
Release Date: December 11, 2016
There’s a feisty little filly that needs taming. And I’m just the man for the job.
My name’s Clint McRae. I took this job without realizing how hard it would be. Hard to train a know-it-all trick rider like Pheonyx Delancey, Hard to get her all the way to the National Championships.
Hard to keep my hands off her.
She’s got talent coming out her ears but she’s reckless and wild in the saddle. I can’t tell if I want to kiss her or spank her. By the time the season is over, I’m sure I’ll be doing a fair bit of both.
I’m older and more experienced so I should know better. But she’s the one who’s got me hogtied.
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I splashed water on my face, then looked up at myself, leaning against the sink. I had to get out of here. I was way too riled up. I was no good around horses right now.
Never mind it being good around Pheonyx.
I didn’t trust myself not to toss her over my shoulder and carry her off with me. I wanted to do things to her. Not gentle, sweet things like a beautiful, young girl deserved.
Rough and filthy things.
I splashed more water on my face. Then I tugged my jeans out and splashed water on my stomach and cock. I flinched at the cold but it didn’t do a damn thing to make it lie down.
“Bad dog.” I muttered, shaking my head. There was no use for it. I had a twenty four hour seven a day a week kind of boner. I had to git, while the gittin’ was good.
I left the bathroom, sneaking around the back way towards my car. I left my favorite lawn chair where it was. I figured it would be here tomorrow. I couldn’t take one more second of almost-naked Pheonyx, covered in slippery suds.
I cursed as my hard on got even harder.
I cursed again as a sexy redhead in next to nothing caught up to me. I didn’t slow down. I kept right on walking. That didn’t stop her. Those impossibly long legs of hers kept up with me just fine.
I tried not to notice that her barely covered chest was bouncing with each step. I wanted to grab her, kiss her hard and bury my face in between those luscious tits of hers. I would wrap her long, silky legs around me and-
“Where are you going?”
“PJ’s. I need a drink.”
I’d spoken without thinking. PJ’s was in town and not more than a couple miles from my house. I could leave my car there and stumble home after a few drinks.
More than a few drinks.
I knew I was gonna have to tie one on to clear my head. A big, Pheunyx Delancey sized bottle for starters. It was a time honored way to avoid thinking about a woman.
“Great, I need one too. I’ll follow you.”
I stopped in my tracks.
“Do. Not. Follow. Me.”
She smiled at me.
“Are you okay?”
I grunted and practically ran for my car. She was still standing there when I peeled off. Her pretty head was tilted to one side, as if she was hatching something.
I shuddered to think what that might be.
I was still hot and bothered, sitting at the bar an hour later when Pheonyx walked in. She’d put on some clothes thank the good lord. Too bad those clothes were a skin tight pair of jeans and a hot pink camisole that didn’t cover much more than the bikini.
She’d done something to her face too. I exhaled sharply when I realized she was wearing makeup. Just a little around the eyes and something pink and shiny on her lips. She’d curled her hair too.
I knew it was for me. She was sending me a signal. An impossible to resist one.
God help me, but I lit up at the sight of her. I’d thought she was pretty before. But right now, she shined.
The air in the room changed as she strode across the bar. Every man in the place sat up straight. I stared straight ahead, refusing to pant after her like the rest of the dogs.
She’d followed me.
Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She’s thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride!
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