Word Count: ~80,000
Cover by: Okay Creations
Summary from Goodreads:
All Beatriz “Bia” Fernandes wants is to prove herself—to her family and friends—though it’s hard to prove anything with an overbearing father and three famous polo-playing older brothers. After her acceptance into college results in a heated family argument, the Brazilian girl leaves everything behind to find her own American dream.
College life away from home is perfect until the people she believes to be her friends turn on her. With lies and rumors threatening to suffocate her, Bia turns to her only freedom. Riding.
But one thing gets in the way of her escape. Garrett Blackwell and his bad cowboy attitude. Working at the ranch is his obligation, bugging Bia is his newfound hobby. His thick skin and easy grin don’t hide what Bia already knows—this misunderstood and lonely cowboy fights his own demons. Brushing horses’ coats and mucking out stalls shouldn’t be this sexy, and it isn’t long before he becomes a part of her distraction.
However, escaping won’t solve her problems, and it’s up to Bia to break down the fences around her and prove her strength—not to her family and friends, but to herself … and for Garrett. Because standing on her own doesn’t have to mean standing alone.
Breaking Fences –
Excerpt:
College life away from home is perfect until the people she believes to be her friends turn on her. With lies and rumors threatening to suffocate her, Bia turns to her only freedom. Riding.
But one thing gets in the way of her escape. Garrett Blackwell and his bad cowboy attitude. Working at the ranch is his obligation, bugging Bia is his newfound hobby. His thick skin and easy grin don’t hide what Bia already knows—this misunderstood and lonely cowboy fights his own demons. Brushing horses’ coats and mucking out stalls shouldn’t be this sexy, and it isn’t long before he becomes a part of her distraction.
However, escaping won’t solve her problems, and it’s up to Bia to break down the fences around her and prove her strength—not to her family and friends, but to herself … and for Garrett. Because standing on her own doesn’t have to mean standing alone.
“Time’s
up,” Garrett shouted.
I
pulled the reins and slowed Midnight, steering him toward the men.
I
leaned over the horse and patted his neck. “Good boy.” I stopped him in front
of Garrett and smiled. “He’s amazing.”
Garrett
nodded, his face serious, and Tom looked at me with a frown.
I was
about to ask them what happened when Garrett’s cell phone beeped. He glanced at
it and sighed.
“Delilah
will be here in ten minutes,” he said, jumping off the fence. “Can you cool him
down, please?”
“Yeah,”
I said. He stalked off and I glanced at Tom. “Something wrong?”
“When
isn’t something wrong?” Tom answered before following Garrett inside the stables.
What
the hell?
Midnight
nickered, bringing my attention back to him. “All right, big boy.” I slipped
off him. “Let’s get you cooled down for your practice.”
I
didn’t take him inside to a wash stall since he would be out here again in a
few minutes. I just tied his reins to a fence post, took off his saddle, and
turned on the hose on the outside of the stable.
As
soon as the cold water hit his hot coat, he advanced on me, in a happy gait. I
laughed and got out of his way. To let him play, I untied his reins and held
them in my left hand, while I hosed him with the right one.
He
nipped at my shirt, biting the edge, and pulled me closer.
I
laughed. “Hey. Are you trying to get me wet too?”
He
nickered and I laughed louder. He tried nipping at me again and I stepped
aside, turning around to escape him, and saw Garrett leaning in the stable’s
doorway, watching us with his arms crossed.
That
caught me by surprised, and I came to an abrupt halt, facing him. He held my
stare, his expression impassive. I didn’t get him. Half an hour earlier, I
could swear he was flirting with me, and now he was distant and looking at me
as if I had stolen something from him.
Midnight
poked his muzzle on my waist, tickling me, and I laughed again. I pushed
Garrett out of my mind and turned to the horse.
We
played with the water for a while, and he did manage to get my legs soaked. Droga,
I didn’t have any other jeans with me. Next time, I would bring a couple of
extra pants, boots, and tops.
I was
about to turn off the hose when Midnight bit my shirt again and pulled me back,
away from the faucet.
I
laughed. “Come on, big boy. We have to get you ready.”
“What’s
going on?”
A
chill wave rushed through me. Midnight let go of me and neighed.
I
turned around and found Delilah tapping her foot on the ground, her hands on
her waist, and her blue eyes about to murder me.
“I
asked, what’s going on? What are you doing with my horse?”
“I
was helping Garrett. He asked me to cool Midnight down before your practice.” I
walked to her, pulling the horse with me. He snorted, not wanting to come, but
I jerked the reins with force. I offered her the reins. “Here. He’s all yours.”
She
took the reins, still looking at me as if she was going to jump at my throat at
any moment.
“Excuse
me.” She took a step closer, expecting me to move from her away. Oh, there was
plenty of space by my sides. I jutted my chin out and didn’t move.
With
a huff, Delilah walked around me, keeping her eyes on mine until she couldn’t
turn her neck any farther.
I
watched as she marched to the other side of the arena, fighting with Midnight
all the way. He didn’t want to go with her, but she pulled him hard and hissed
at him. That was no way to treat a horse.
Garrett
was going after her, but before walking on, he paused by my side and offered me
a hand towel.
“You’ve
got some balls,” he said, his lips turned up.
I
smiled, using the towel to dry a little of my pants. “I rather think I don’t.”
He
chuckled low, and I swear he almost smiled. Shaking his head, he said, “Gotta
make sure the princess is well attended.” He tipped his hat and followed his
half-sister to where the jumping poles were set up.
** Companion novel of Breaking the Reins. Can be read out of order.**
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New Adult author and contributor at NA Alley blog.
While Juliana Haygert dreams of being Wonder Woman, Buffy, or a blood elf shadow priest, she settles for the less exciting—but equally gratifying—life of a wife, mother, and author. Thousands of miles away from her former home in Brazil, she now resides in Connecticut and spends her days writing about kick-ass heroines and the heroes who drive them crazy.
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