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Desire by Cait Jarrod

Desire Montana Dreams #3
Author – Cait Jarrod
Pages – 114
Release Date – 18th January 2016

synopsis - A Nightingale in Winter by Margaret K Johnson

Cadence Duvall has a heartbreaking secret. Rather than risk rejection, she pushes away the man who taught her the true meaning of desire. Two years later, her heart still hurts and the guilt remains. She heads to Bluebird Valley, Montana, and her best friend, to bury the memories of a tragedy caused by her careless actions

After Cadence breaks his heart, Bradley Lovett severs ties with his overbearing parents and takes a position in Florida as a horse trainer at a thoroughbred stable. An urgent phone call from his sister, begging him to help the woman he only wants to forget, sends him to Montana. When Bradley tries to help Cadence face her secrets, he finds forgiveness may be the key to their happiness.


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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.

Smart horse.


If Bradley said he didn’t like hearing Cadence’s sharp gasp, he’d be lying. The quick intake of breath revealed she was as put off at being around him as he was her. And the jolt… Christ! Her body—flinching under the cotton t-shirt, peeking between the panels of her jacket, giving him one hell of a show—brought back thoughts better left buried. Damn, this visit would be the death of him.

One call from his kid sister pulled him away from the sandy beaches on the Gulf of Mexico and threw him into hell. There, he had been free of a dark-haired, dreamy-eyed beauty that had haunted his fantasies since his first wet dream.

Just looking into Cadence’s beautiful, shocked eyes, his heart squeezed. It pissed him off; he didn’t want to feel anything. She’d kicked him to the curb after they had the best sex he ever experienced. Basically saying, “Fuck you!” He wanted no part of being here, but damn he loved his sister. So he ate crow. “You can close your mouth now.”

Cadence’s eyes returned to normal size and she did as he asked, shutting her mouth then biting her bottom lip. Do girls take a class to learn how to drive guys crazy?

“I can handle Thor.”

He searched for something flippant to say, to stop her from looking at him as if she wanted to eat him up. Then, her expression changed to disgust, and his ability to come up with a clever retort disappeared. “Take a break.”

Never, never tell Cadence what to do. He learned that in ‘Cadence 101’ at six-years-old. She was three, and he was putty in her hands. Still was, because he wanted to do whatever she asked to put a smile on her face.

She blinked, as if what he said took time to penetrate her mind. Her eyes narrowed, her hands went to her hips, and her chest heaved. Not in the heavy-panting-flushed-face-from-great-sex way, as it did the night they were together, but as if she was building steam, getting ready to let him have it. He held his ground, inched closer until the toe of his boots touched hers, and waited for the Cadence blowout.

The fire in her eyes weakened, and her posture slackened. Sadness skittered through her gorgeous features. Damn. Why the about-face? She gave nothing away, gave no clue as to why she’d climbed into such a black hole. Other than a hip that might cause her pain occasionally, the doctors had said she was good as new after the accident. So why was she so blah? “What’s wrong?”


For several long beats, they stared at each other. His internal battles showed in his etched expression, no different from what she believed hers looked like—sadness, hurt, regret. She longed to reach out to him, to touch his skin and relive the tingles that would no doubt cover her skin.

His rock hard body stiffened and all thoughts of closing the gap for physical contact vanished. Thoughts of doing or saying anything evaporated as if an industrial-size vacuum made a pass through the open barn, taking the energy and the air. She had to get out of there, get away from him and his air-sucking presence. She spun on her heels fast, too fast, and stumbled backwards.

His warm hands, strong arms, and firm body engulfed her. Lord help her. She moaned and relished in the body contact, his heat easing her rattled nerves. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, next to her ear. “That was out of line.”

“It’s the truth,” she managed to say, though the intensity in her voice dwindled. “No need for an apology.”

He didn’t reply, didn’t move, just held her close. A soothing feeling sparked her insides, stimulating her libido and exciting her. She relaxed more fully against him, giving him her full weight. With an arm under her legs and one around her waist, he carried her to the front of a large, round hay bale where he lowered to the ground and rested her in his lap. He didn’t speak, didn’t try to kiss her, just held her close and tight. His compassion, his toasty body, and his security oozed a welcoming invitation, and she burrowed into him. Her libido would have to wait; she needed this, wanted his solidness. Inhaling his yummy, outdoorsy scent, she released a slow shaky breath.

“I gotcha,” he said. “I always have.” His words faded as her body gave into the fatigue of not one stressful day, but over seven hundred.


About the Author - A Nightingale in Winter by Margaret K Johnson

Cait Jarrod

Author of award-winning romantic suspense Band of Friends series, Cait Jarrod won Reader Choice Awards for best HEA (Happily Ever After), suspense, and Editor’s Choice.

Her heroes have been described as “every girl’s dreams,” the heroines as “strong, down-to-earth, and likable,” the secondary characters “hysterical.” The plots are “fast-paced, unpredictable and clever.”


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