by Joanna Blake
Stud Farm
The completely rewritten and expanded Delancey Brothers Trilogy
And
A Very Delancey Christmas
By
Joanna Blake
Copyright © 2016 Joanna Blake
All rights reserved.
For my favorite cowboy.
There's a feisty little filly who 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 stubborn girl 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 of 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 do 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.
Meet the newest Delancey- Pheonyx! Stud Farm includes the ALL NEW Pheonyx Rising, along with the revised trilogy Ride With Me, Bound To Me, and Branded! Plus the ALL NEW BONUS epilogue A Very Delancey Christmas!
Enjoy!
Xoxox,
Joanna
Stud Farm
Note about the Delancey Brother Trilogy
Pheonyx Rising Chapter One - Clint & Pheonyx
Pheonyx Rising Chapter Two - Clint & Pheonyx
Pheonyx Rising Chapter Three - Clint & Pheonyx
Pheonyx Rising Chapter Four - Clint & Pheonyx
Pheonyx Rising Chapter Five - Clint & Pheonyx
Pheonyx Rising Chapter Six - Clint & Pheonyx
Pheonyx Rising Chapter Seven - Clint & Pheonyx
Pheonyx Rising Chapter Eight - Clint & Pheonyx
Pheonyx Rising Chapter Nine - Clint & Pheonyx
Pheonyx Rising Chapter Ten - Clint & Pheonyx
Pheonyx Rising Chapter Eleven - Clint & Pheonyx
Pheonyx Rising Chapter Twelve - Clint & Pheonyx
Pheonyx Rising - Two Days Later
Ride With Me Chapter One - Jake & Elle
Ride With Me Chapter Two - Jake & Elle
Ride With Me Chapter Three - Jake & Elle
Ride With Me Chapter Four - Jake & Elle
Ride With Me Chapter Five - Jake & Elle
Ride With Me Chapter Six - Jake & Elle
Ride With Me Chapter Seven - Jake & Elle
Ride With Me Chapter Eight - Jake & Elle
Ride With Me Chapter Nine - Jake & Elle
Ride With Me Chapter Ten - Jake & Elle
Ride With Me Chapter Eleven - Jake & Elle
Ride With Me Chapter Twelve - Jake & Elle
Ride With Me Six months later - Jake & Elle
Pheonyx Rising - Six Months Later - Clint & Pheonyx
Bound To Me Chapter One - Daniel & Francesca
Bound To Me Chapter Two - Daniel & Francesca
Bound To Me Chapter Three - Daniel & Francesca
Bound To Me Chapter Four - Daniel & Francesca
Bound To Me Chapter Five - Daniel & Francesca
Bound To Me Chapter Six - Daniel & Francesca
Bound To Me Chapter Seven - Daniel & Francesca
Bound To Me Chapter Eight - Daniel & Francesca
Bound To Me Chapter Nine - Daniel & Francesca
Bound To Me Chapter Ten - Daniel & Francesca
Bound To Me Chapter Eleven - Daniel & Francesca
Bound To Me Chapter Twelve - Daniel & Francesca
Pheonyx Rising - One Year Later
Branded Chapter One - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Two - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Three - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Four - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Five - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Six - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Seven - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Eight - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Nine - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Ten - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Eleven - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Twelve - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Thirteen - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Fourteen - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Fifteen - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Sixteen - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Seventeen - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Eighteen - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Nineteen - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Twenty - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Twenty-One - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Twenty-Two - Daniel & Francesca
Branded Chapter Twenty-Three - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Twenty-Four - Jackson & Angelina
Branded Chapter Twenty-Five - Elle & Daniel & Francesca & Jackson & Angelina
Branded Six Months Later - Casey
A Very Delancey Christmas
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Hot Shot Excerpt
Cockpit Excerpt
Deep Excerpt
A word about this edition…
Stud Farm: The Delancey Brothers consists of the ALL NEW BOOK Pheonyx Rising, along with three standalone but connected stories AND a bonus story set three years in the future!
I’ve chosen to publish all three of the original Delacney Brother stories (and two new ones!) as a collection rather than as individual books. Ride With Me was previously available as a standalone novel but has been rewritten and expanded. Bound To Me was previously available for a limited time as a part of POSSESS: An Alpha Anthology. Branded is also rewritten and includes the completion of all four story lines.
Pheeonyx Rising (Part One) is about the Delancey brother's cousin Pheonyx and her new trainer, Clint McRae. I've also included a BRAND NEW bonus story: A Very Delancey Christmas! The Delancey boys make an appearance (and then some) in all FIVE stories!
As always, all my stories have happy endings and no cheating!
Enjoy!
Xoxox,
Joanna
Pheonyx Rising
Joanna Blake
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Chapter One
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 s
poon 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.
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?"
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."
Chapter Two
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.
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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?"
Pheonyx
"I wanted to go home and change first. This is ridiculous. I'm sitting here in wet jeans!"
