by Joanna Blake
“Okay. You can look now.”
He opened his eyes, taking it in, and the broadest smile lifted up on his face, revealing those deep dimples in his cheeks that I loved. “What’s all this?” he asked.
“No special day is complete without a few gifts and cake for the birthday boy, honey.”
“Well… thank you.” He pulled me in close and kissed me on the forehead. “No one’s ever gone through all this trouble for me before.”
“That’s a real shame, but it’s all in the past. Because this is the first of many.”
“Great to know.” He eyed the cake again. “What do I do now?”
I pulled out my phone and opened the camera app. No way was I going to miss capturing the sweet, childlike awe on his face. “You can start by blowing out the candle. After that, you’ll want to have some of the cake. And open your gifts whenever. But”—I picked up the envelope and passed it to him, unable to hold back a giddy smile—“But open this one now. You won’t want to hold out for too long, considering what’s inside.”
“In that case…” He ripped open the top and slid a finger between the folds to see what was in it. His eyes shot up to meet mine, his thick eyebrows arching almost to his hairline as the joyful expression on his face compounded with that of utter amazement. “Is this what I think it is?”
“It is.”
With reverence, he tilted the envelope to one side with one hand, and emptied the contents into his wide open palm. “Well, I’ll be... So, you’re…”
I nodded and lifted the pregnancy test stick, showing him the two lines displayed on the indicator window.
“I am,” I said with a nod. “I’m pregnant.”
“We’re having a baby?” he asked overjoyed.
“We are, honey.”
“That’s... that’s the best birthday gift you could ever give me, Mrs. Longhorn.” He took the test stick from my hand, placed it on the table, and pulled me close.
“Better than birthday cake?”
He lifted my chin and brought his lips close to mine. “So much better.”
“You don’t think it’s all happening too fast?”
“Not by a longshot. It’s the perfect gift, knowing there’ll soon be a little piece of the two of us pitter-pattering around this house, probably chasing after Peyton’s tail.”
As my husband closed his eyes and made a wish, the mental image of our family made me smile. And when he blew out his birthday candle, the reality of a life with my gruff cowboy brought me so much joy, a bliss that would expand and grow for countless years to come.
The End
A Free Sample from Joanna Blake
STUD FARM
1. Clint
I gnawed on the toothpick, shredding it slowly. The sun was beating down on my hat. I leaned on the fence, staring at the outrageously beautiful girl on the horse.
Jesus Christ, I could use a smoke.
But I'd quit last year, and I wasn't giving in now, no matter how tense I was. And I was plenty tense.
It was day one of a new job. A new rider. And what a rider she was.
The horse in the ring skittered to the side, on edge as she ran through her routine. That move would have thrown a lesser horsewoman.
But she was not a lesser rider.
Pheonyx Delancey just tossed her long red hair over her shoulder and grinned as she put the horse through his paces.
I cursed under my breath at her arrogance. Of course, I'd heard of her. Heard of all the Delanceys.
I'd even seen her photo a handful of times, though I'd never seen the young lady in person. She had only been active a year or so, but she already had a reputation as one of the best riders in the country. Possibly the world.
I knew it.
She clearly knew it too.
But that didn't mean she was a pleasure to work with. Spoiled and haughty, and born with a silver spoon in her mouth and custom boots on her cute little feet.
She had swagger alright. And talent. But she was taking needless risks as she experimented with wild variations on standard moves. You were supposed to do that on a pommel horse, not the real deal.
The woman was going to get herself killed! I resisted the urge to spit. I'd given up chaw a couple years before I stopped smoking the hand rolled tobacco that had been my constant companion since high school.
But lord almighty, I could tell already that this woman was going to drive me to drink and to smoke.
Yep, I could already tell that she was going to be a handful.
Never mind the way that her worn-in jeans hugged a perfectly grabbable behind. A behind that would stop high-speed traffic. She had high round tits that bounced deliciously each time she landed on the saddle. And her long legs wrapped around that horse in a way that made my cock twitch and my pulse pound.
That long, silky red hair of hers just added to the already over-the-top feminine package. Her face was classically beautiful. Huge blue eyes, a pert nose, pouty lips that were sexy as hell and a stubborn little chin that somehow didn't detract one bit from her exceptional good looks.
She was a beauty, alright. And she knew it. Born to one of the most prestigious equestrian families in the world, she'd had it easy her whole life.
But she wasn't just a rich girl or a reckless athlete. She wasn't a flirt or a player either, from what I'd heard around. She was something even worse.
Pheonyx Delancey was a star.
And now she was my responsibility. I rubbed my eyes, wondering why the hell I had taken the job. I'd even signed the contract.
I squinted, trying to sort out what I'd been thinking at the time.
Oh right, I'd been drunk.
I was not a hard drinker, but I had my moments with the bottle. It was one of those moments, and her sweet talking manager slash attorney slash old family friend who got me into this mess. I shook my head.
JJ Ross.
I was going whump that old sonofabitch the next time I laid eyes on him. The old bastard was up to something, of that I was certain. He was overly fond of the girl, and saw her as a daughter figure, since her own daddy had passed away young.
I snorted.
Granddaughter was more like it.
At any rate, he'd been paying and I'd been drinking and here we were. Her, red headed and wild on a horse. Me, standing here trying to ignore the way her body moved around the aforementioned horse. JJ, probably sucking on a cigar and selling horses or timeshares or land.
Swamp land.
Pheonyx slid off the horse without using the block and walked it to the stables. I watched, transfixed again by the shape of her heart shaped ass. It was criminal to give a redheaded woman curves like that.
It was too much for a mortal man to bear.
I sighed and heaved myself off the fence.
"Guess you better go introduce yourself, Clint. You moron."
I ambled towards the stables in her wake.
2. Pheonyx
The nerve of the man!
The cowboy with the blue bedroom eyes had actually followed me into the stables! It was one thing to watch me ride, I was used to that. Used to men making damn fools of themselves over me too!
But this was just plain rude!
He leaned against a post, chewing on a straw. He probably thought I would fall into his lap because he was so damned good looking. He was tall, with a muscular build, dark hair, chiseled face and piercing blue eyes.
Good looking was an understatement, truth be told.
But that didn't give him the right to intrude on my training!
I tossed my head, rubbing a cloth over Apollo's sweaty haunches. Might as well get this over with. I wasn't going to give the guy the satisfaction of knowing he was making me a little nervous.
Well, more than a little.
I was kind of like the horses in that way. I always sensed danger.
And this particular cowboy was giving me those vibes.
The dangerous kind.
"What do you want?"<
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He snorted and shook his head. I went back to what I was doing. Immediately, I felt his eyes on my rear end. I spun around.
"Excuse me, but spectators are not allowed in the barn."
A slow, arrogant grin lit up his face. Did I say he was good looking? The man was beyond gorgeous. I felt my knees go weak a little.
But I forced my spine even straighter.
His eyes flicked down to my bosoms and I scowled, crossing my arms over them. That just made the smug bastard grin wider!
"I'm no spectator, darlin'."
"Don't call me that!"
"Whatever suits your fancy then." The grin fled. "I should call you a fool. You know you damn near fell off that horse about fifty times back there."
I flipped my hair over my shoulder.
"I did not. It just looks like I did."
"Oh no darlin', I'm afraid not. Your form is sloppy. Your reflexes are dull. But-"
I was sputtering with indignation as he pushed through my protests.
"How dare you! I-"
He grinned again, leaning back against the post as if he'd been born there.
"You could be great."
My jaw dropped.
"You got some of the best natural talent I've ever seen."
I rolled my eyes in exasperation. I knew I was great. I didn't need this cowboy to tell me so.
"You have some nerve coming in here, telling me my form is bad-"
He grinned again, his eyes slipping down my body. He shook his head as if he could barely stand to look at me. Like it was almost painful.
Then he whistled.
"No darlin', I would never say your form was bad. I said it was sloppy."
He chuckled to himself, terribly amused by his own joke.
"What you need is a firm hand-"
I gasped and stifled the urge to smack him. I didn't want to cause waves. I was already getting a reputation in the equestrian world as a slapper.
I'd slapped three men last year alone.
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
He tapped his hat and winked at me.
"Me? I'm Clint McRae."
I stared at him. The name was familiar. He was one of the top trainers in the business. Come to think of it JJ had said he was getting me a new trainer after I drove the last one to drink...
Did that mean- but wait- it couldn't be-
He finally moved, all loose limbs and easy cowboy grace. But there was a purpose to his movement. An almost predatory grace.
Like a big cat about to pounce on an unsuspecting gazelle.
"I'm your new trainer."
3. Clint
"Lesson one-"
I was speaking to her back. Her slender, strong back, covered in a slim fitting denim shirt that fit her like a glove. The wild-eyed woman was stomping away from me, too ornery to listen to reason.
"Oh, go to hell!"
I grinned, picking up my pace a bit.
"Darlin', that's not very ladylike. A professional rider must always be on her best behavior."
She turned around so fast I nearly ran into her. Her pretty little finger came out and poked my chest. Hard.
"Damn, woman. There's no need for violence!"
"I did not hire you. You are unhired. Now, go- jump in a lake!"
I laughed at the expression on her face as she tried to think up a suitably ladylike insult. I knew she wanted to tell me to go to hell again.
But she didn't.
Good girl. She was already learning, even though I knew she would start smoking at the ears if I mentioned it. Instead I decided to stick with my original plan.
To cool her off.
She squealed as I bent down and hoisted her over my shoulder. Damn, but she felt good in my arms. Smelled good too.
Sort of like a vanilla ice cream sundae.
With… fresh strawberries.
I grinned, my hand resting on her lower back to hold her in place. I was real tempted to let it slide down a bit. Then I'd be enjoying a handful of her sweet cheeks, as well as feeling her generous bosoms pressing against my back.
I'd never lifted such a fine bit of precious cargo before, even wiggling around the way she was. She slapped at me, kicking and screaming. I ignored her and kept going.
I had a point to make.
And a wildcat to put in her place.
Her head whipped up as she realized where I was going. She started pounding on my back, wailing like a banshee.
"Don't you dare!"
I didn't falter as I slid her down off my shoulder and into my arms. I smiled down at her. Then I carefully lowered her. Right into the horse trough.
"Eeeeeeee!"
She squealed as she sank to the bottom. It had constantly running water, filtered too. So it was clean.
And real cold. Frigid really. I put another toothpick in my mouth, and stared down at her.
"Now then."
I lifted my foot up, resting my boot on the edge of the trough. I ignored the fact that her tight clothes were even tighter when wet. Or the way her wet hair somehow looked like wet rubies against her creamy skin.
I ignored the fact that she looked like she wanted to kill me.
I ignored how stunning she looked with that crazy look in her eyes.
Most of all, I ignored the fact that my dick was hard enough to hammer nails.
"How bout some grub?"
About Joanna Blake
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The Devil’s Riders Book 5
The Untouchables Book 2
Rock Gods Book 3
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Other works by Joanna Blake:
BRO'
A Bad Boy For Summer
PLAYER
PUSH
GRIND (Man Candy Trilogy Book One)
HEAT (Man Candy Trilogy Book Two)
DEEP (Man Candy Trilogy Book Three with extended epilogues)
Go Long
Go Big
Cockpit
Hot Shot
Stud Farm (The Complete Delancey Brothers Collection)
Torpedo
Cuffed (The Untouchables MC prequel)
Mean Machine (The Untouchables MC)
Wanted By The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC Book 1)
Ride With The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC Book 2)
Trust The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC Book 3)
Dance With The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC Book 4)
Dare Me (ROCK GODS)
Slay Me (ROCK GODS)
Turn the page for excerpts from Joanna Blake's Torpedo, Cockpit, Cuffed, Go Long, GRIND, BRO' and A Bad Boy For Summer.
A Free Sample from Bella Love-Wins
The Billionaire and the Virgin
Blurb and Author’s Notes
BLURB
Jackson
I caught her trespassing on my property. That makes her mine.
The world tilted a little on its axis the second that innocent little country girl appeared from the other side of the privacy glass on my penthouse terrace. Everything changed. Her timing couldn’t be any worse, but the second she climbs onto my balcony, I have to have her.
Her name is Dahlia.
My doll.
Now, she’s my property.
She doesn’t know it yet, but Dahlia is about to be owned.
Dahlia
The bossy billionaire wants to make me pay.
The first time I laid eyes on Jackson Knight, the bossy billionaire next door, he gave me an intense, panty-dropping stare with those mesmerizing sky-blue brooding eyes.
The second time, I trespassed onto his penthouse balcony to retrieve a wayward, high-strung Shih Tzu I was pet-sitting for hi
s neighbor.
Jackson warned me never to do that again, or next time he’d punish me and make me pay.
Well, dogs will be dogs.
It happened again.
And I found out he wasn’t lying about punishing me.
Now I’m naked and tied to Jackson’s bed. Any minute now, I’ll have to tell him that I’m a virgin.
*Authors’ Notes:
I’m so excited to share this three-chapter sample of The Billionaire and the Virgin with you!
Prologue – Jackson
Dahlia’s been mine since the second I saw her.
My doll.
She opened her mouth to whisper something, but I stop her by taking her lips for the kiss I’ve been waiting all week to give her. I wrap a hand around her waist, gripping the small of her back as my tongue parts her lips. She molds to my chest as much as she can with her bindings, yielding to each swish of my tongue as I explore every contour of her mouth. Tasting her for the first time is more intense than I expect. I want to cover every inch of her body with mine and impale her hard without holding anything back.
Moving deeper into the kiss, I support my weight with one arm and stretch out beside her. She can’t turn to face me, but she does what she can with her legs, sliding one up and down between my ankle and calf through my pants. I have to pull away, so that I don’t end up ripping off my clothes and burying my cock deep inside of her. The entire night is ahead of us, so I plan to pace myself and taste every inch of her before I fuck her hard.
I pull apart from our kiss, and smile as she takes a breath and runs her tongue over my bottom lip, eager to continue. I’m just as ready to devour those lips again. Raising off the bed, I move to the spot between her knees, parting them to make room as I bury my hands into her long, raven tresses, and tilt her head up sharply, crashing my mouth over her lips.
Her feet slide up the bed, and she presses her thighs against the outside of my legs. Heat radiates from her center and in an instant, I’m rock hard. Gripping her back with one hand, I lower my torso and hips to her body, letting my full weight rest on her as I grind my cock at her barely legal pussy, separated only by my boxers and slacks.
