Welcome Michael. I understand you are a professional horseman. We share that love of horses. May I ask you a few questions?
What was your childhood like?
I grew up surrounded by horses. My father was a renowned show jumper in the eighties and horses have been in my life forever. My relationship with my parents was…and still is, strained at best. I love my mom very much but the behavior she’s tolerated from my father is hard for a child to understand or forgive.
Now I’m older, I see she was a woman in love but also a woman who enjoyed the wealth and notoriety being married to my father brought. As for my father…let’s not go there.
You’ve recently spent a lot of time with a local journalist, Caroline James. Do you want to tell us about that?
fidgets before turning steely eyes She wanted a story from me – a story she hoped would catapult her career to the City. We met under tense circumstances. We needed each other.
And now things are…developing. That’s all I have to say.
What do you do for fun?
Training my horses is my work but also my fun. I’m with them as many hours as possible. Fitness is ultra important to me so I swim and play squash as much as possible. I’m also learning to have some down time recently – let’s just say decent food, great wine and a phenomenal sex life can turn a guy’s head from what he thought important before he met a certain someone.
Do you see children in your future?
Yes. As many as possible. I love kids and have a lot of love to give. If God blesses me and they come along, they will be my focus entirely.
Quickie Questions, Michael. Don’t think, react.
Favorite TV show?
Anything by Dick Francis
Thank you, Michael. I hope things go perfectly for you. As a horsewoman, I understand your passion. Michael and Caroline’s story!
Caroline James wants to be the best investigative journalist London has ever seen. But until she has the money to leave the small town of Fayre Mead, she’s stuck and her resentment is building. So when she’s assigned to cover the Lakeland Horse Trials and meets sexy, dark-haired, and astoundingly fit horse trainer, Michael Canton, she is happy to vent some sexual and emotional frustration…and write the story of her career. But after getting personal with Michael, can she remain impersonal with the article?
Michael Canton will do anything in his power to silence his tyrannical father once and for all. Under extreme pressure to compete in the countries show jumper trials and prove his worth, Michael’s fiery emotions are running high. Caroline’s beauty and sexual confidence stokes an inner strength and determination he never knew he had. But can he trust her to know the difference between fact and fiction? Together, they are a formidable team…but will their burning ambitions ultimately blow them apart?
Still sitting in his lap, she reached behind her and lowered the zipper of her dress. It fell down over her shoulders, revealing naked breasts. His erection ached at the sight of her creamy white, perfect tits with nipples big and dark. He licked his lips and moved forward to suck one hard tip into his mouth. Her gasp sounded above him.
Her skin smelled of something sweet and sexy, innocence mixed with danger. He inhaled deeply as he grazed her pebbled nipple with his teeth before reclaiming her mouth. Her tongue was rigid and demanding against his as they fought for supremacy.
Rolling her over, he shimmied the dress down her body and tossed it to the floor. Naked, but for tiny satin panties, darkened by juices at her clit, Michael didn’t think he had ever seen a woman look more beautiful. He drank in every inch of her, knowing deep inside that this might be the only moment he’d ever see her like this. The only chance to take her, to watch her enjoy unadulterated pleasure. God, he wanted to give her pleasure.
He snapped his gaze to hers. She watched him. Her eyes were heavy lidded, screaming for him, wanting him. Male pride surged like a fireball behind his ribcage. He crawled up beside her and kissed her, his fingers trailing over her breasts, lower over her torso before diving into her panties.
She was wet. Soaking wet.
His hand glided over her narrow strip of pubic hair to her rigid clit. He circled, stretched, and teased, then moved lower until his fingers found her slit, his blood roaring in his ears. He felt alive, masculine and powerful. Her legs opened and he thrust two fingers deep inside.
Rachel Leigh lives in the UK and has been married to her own sexy hero for fifteen years.
With four novellas contracted with The Wild Rose Press, Rachel is busy plotting her fifth, sixth and seventh. She plans to venture into the historical genre for the first time and write a trio of novellas set in a small English village in the early1900s. The characters we meet aren’t quite as prim and proper as they seem…
When Rachel isn’t writing, she’s reading, watching TV, running around after her two daughters….or playing with her husband.