I hope all of you have enjoyed Reining in the Billionaire this month! But don’t forget–we have one more Harrington brother to go…
Kane’s story, Unbridled Billionaire, comes out in June. Harlequin just sent me the final cover and I have to say, this model has the smolder down pat!
Yep–Kane is just as much of a handful as his brother, only in a dark, more demanding capacity. Here’s a sneak peek at his story!
A Cinderella moment…with an untamable billionaire
Presley Macarthur was always a plain Jane, a fact her stepmother pointed out at every turn. But Presley’s passion is horses, and when a bad business deal leaves her at the mercy of newly wealthy stable owner Kane Harrington, Presley finds herself on the brink of a sensual transformation she never saw coming.
Kane has a use for Presley—to make him legitimate in the exclusive world of high-dollar horse breeding. But there’s nothing useful about his growing feelings for her. After losing it all before, is he willing to take the ultimate risk again, and make this woman’s passionate transformation complete?
A sudden high pitched squeak broke the silence. The murmur of voices from the right-hand fork of the aisle. Guess he wasn’t as alone as he’d thought. Had a sneaky couple decided to play some games in the stables while the party was going on? Normally he would just ignore it, but that wing had been declared off limits to visitors earlier in the day.
Because that’s where their new breeding stud was being kept.
Sun was a very new addition, having only arrived yesterday, and Kane hadn’t wanted him disturbed by a rush of onlookers. He needed time to get used to his new digs.
Picking up speed, Kane rounded the corner and made his way toward the noise. The closer he got, the more his calm melted away, because the voice seemed to be coming from the stud’s stall. Singular and soft, it had to be a woman. And either she was talking to the horse or some man was getting an earful of sexy whispers.
The stall was about halfway down the aisle, but as Kane approached something further down caught his attention. The back door to this wing sat ajar, giving him a glimpse of the black night now blanketing the land…and the glint of the inside lights off a metal frame. A truck? A trailer?
Was this woman stealing his horse?
His big body automatically adopted stealth mode, almost silent on the hard-packed earthen floor. He gave the stall door a wide berth, coming around it in the shadows across the aisle so he could see without being seen. As he paused, a sudden awareness of the pumping of his heart and an intense curiosity flooded over him.
Guess he wasn’t bored now…
Over the half wall, Kane could see the massive stallion stood unusually still, almost as if mesmerized by the woman’s voice. She spoke continuously as she worked-from what Kane could tell, she was indeed readying him for transport. But the whole time she touched him, steadying him with a firm hand that bespoke familiarity and authority.
Her actions contradicted her clothing choice. Through the barely open door he caught a quick peek of the flat soles of her sandals—her only concession to her work. The straps across her feet were bejeweled-or at least, what little he could see peeking out through the straw. A loose sundress of nondescript grey-blue material skimmed what appeared to be a lightly muscled body rather than hugging the curves beneath.
Pretty, but not flashy. She certainly hadn’t caught his attention earlier tonight. If she’d been present at the party-as the dress suggested-he couldn’t remember her. And he had a feeling he would remember the wealth of caramel-colored hair she’d pulled back into a thick ponytail. He found himself wondering what her face looked like, but first, he needed to know what she was up to.
Many people didn’t realize that behind his stoic exterior, Kane was an exceedingly patient man. He stood for a good ten minutes in silence, cataloguing the woman’s movements, actions, guessing at her intentions. She had an incredible talent to soothe the giant horse they’d nicknamed “the Beast”, but the breakaway-style halter, blanket, and leg wraps left him in no doubt that she planned to leave here with his horse.
As if the truck and trailer didn’t make that plain enough.
As she finished the last of her preparations, Kane decided it was time to make his move. Stepping out of the shadows, he moved to block the open stall door. The Beast caught sight of him first, lifting his head with a little jerk that conveyed his uneasiness at Kane’s appearance.
The little thief didn’t catch on as quick…