It’s my birthday on the 3rd June, and to celebrate, The Final Straight has been reduced to just $2.99 for the whole week!
April Miller works for her bestfriend, Max Knight on his livery and competition yard. Their friendship has withstood many turbulent times, and while April is deeply in love with Max, she is also aware of his womanising ways and has refused to succumb to his flirtatious charms. When her ex, AJ, suddenly comes back with a business proposal, April finds herself torn between the two men.
Max stormed across the yard. At the mention of AJ’s name, a ball of fury had begun to boil in the pit of his stomach. He could almost taste the bile as it threatened to rise in his throat. He marched towards the stables, to the one place he felt calm.
Whisper stood with her head hanging over the stable door, oblivious to her master’s raging temper. Blaze was in the next stall, ears pricked, attentive for any possible predators. Max grabbed the head collar and lead rope, bringing the black mare from her stable and tying her up.
She stood at an impressive sixteen hands high. As always, her coat shimmered as though tiny diamonds had been sewn into the impeccable hairs. Even though she didn’t look as if she needed grooming, he picked up the soft body brush and began to run it over her coat anyway. He moved it up and down her strong neck, taking in the musky scent as he brushed away the flecks of shaving dust.
“She’s beautiful,” said a soft female voice. Max turned and saw a young woman he did not recognise standing in his barn. She was only a couple of inches shorter than he was. He looked her up and down. Ash-brown hair had been swept into a butterfly clip, showing off her tanned neck.
“Yes, she is,” he said, not trying to hide his gaze as it fell over her body.
“I’m looking for April Miller.” She smiled at his obvious attraction.
“She was on her way out, but she might still be in the office if you’re lucky.” He nodded towards the opposite side of the yard.
He watched as she walked away. Navy jodhpurs fitted her hips and buttocks to perfection, and pinched in at the waist, where they were joined by a pink vest.
“I need a ride,” he growled to himself.