Heart’s
Desire
Healing Harts # 1
Healing Harts # 1
By: T.J. Kline
Releasing April 28th, 2015
Avon Impulse
TJ
KLINE’s brand new Healing Hart's series kicks off with HEART'S DESIRE
If you could have anything, do
anything… what would it be?
Jessie Hart has a soft spot for
healing the broken, especially horses and children, but her business is failing
and bankruptcy is looming. The one man who can save Heart Fire Ranch is the
last man she wants to take advice from - financial expert Nathan Kerrington -
the same man who broke her heart eight years ago.
Nathan Kerrington has it all, except
the one thing he’d wanted most - Jessie. Now that he’s finally freed himself
from his corrupt family, he wants to make amends. When he’s called in to save
Jessie’s ranch, he sees his chance to win her back - if only he can prove to
her that she can trust him with her heart…
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23285837-heart-s-desire?from_search=true
Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/146550-healing-harts
T.
J. Kline was raised competing in rodeos and rodeo queen competitions since the
age of 14, She has thorough knowledge of the sport as well as the culture
involved. She has had several articles about rodeo published in the past in
small periodicals as well as a more recent how-to article for RevWriter. She is
also an avid reader and book reviewer for both Tyndale and Multnomah.
Excerpt
Nathan pushed open the door to his cabin and carried
Jessie into the kitchen, turning backward to slide her rear onto the tile counter.
He turned around and moved between her thighs, grasping her buttocks and
pulling her against him, leaning down until his lips were only inches from
hers. Her eyes flutter closed, her dark lashes laying against her cheeks,
waiting for his kiss.
“I need a drink. You want something?” He dropped a
quick kiss on her full lips and went to the refrigerator. Grasping the neck of
two beer bottles, he held one out for her.
Slightly confused, she blinked her eyes a few times. “What?”
“A drink.” He popped the top from his with an opener
and took a long swallow of the beer as if demonstrating. “Yes? No?”
She looked almost irate before she quickly masked it,
narrowing her eyes before smiling at him. He could see she was trying to get a
read on his sudden change of mood. “Sure.”
Jessie hopped down from the counter and took the
second bottle from his hand. Sliding her hand over his, she slipped the opener
from his fingers before popping the cap and flipping it onto the counter. She
tipped her head back and took a long draw from the bottle as he watched. Hunger
curled through him, tightening his need into a throbbing ache centered under
the ridiculous belt buckle he’d purchased.
With nearly a third of the bottle gone, she tipped it
upright and licked the amber liquid from her lips. “Oops, look at that. I
spilled.” She brushed a hand over the front of her shirt and he almost groaned
out loud. Sure enough, there was a small wet spot just over her right breast.
His mouth went dry when he realized what she was
doing. Damn woman is playing with fire.
She set the bottle on the counter and, before he could
stop her, she yanked her shirt over her head, tossing it at his face. He caught
it with one hand and was hit with the sweet scent that was uniquely hers—hay
and horses mixed with sunshine and vanilla. Nathan followed her into the
sitting area where she sat on the arm of the couch, waiting for him with a half-smile
curving her lips. He refused to let her see how she was affecting him, not
until she lowered the barrier she’d erected around herself.
He made his way to the other end of the couch and
flopped onto the soft leather sofa, his eyes never leaving hers. Nathan wasn’t
sure how long he could hide this overwhelming desire. His jeans were already
painfully uncomfortable, and his fingers itched to touch her.
“You in a hurry?” He saw her smile falter again. It
happened every time he didn’t react the way she expected him to. He was finding
that the trick to getting Jessie to let down her guard was to keep her guessing.
“You promised me in the shower we could take it slow, remember? We never did.”
“This
isn’t slow, Wall Street. This is a crawl.”
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