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Sweet Stallion
Deborah Fletcher Mello
They’re not as different as she thinksAfter scoring phenomenal success in Phoenix with her organic food co-op, Naomi Stallion is ready to introduce Vitally Vegan to her Utah town. But meeting her half-siblings and the extended family she never knew isn’t the homecoming she’d hoped for. And now a nasty bidding war over the property Naomi wants to buy puts the unconventional lifestyle coach against sexy, uber-conservative, corporate attorney Patrick O’Brien.Behind the power suit, ruggedly handsome looks, and dazzling legal maneuvers, Patrick’s a country guy at heart. His attraction to the beautiful farmer who marches to the beat of her own unique drum makes him question his loyalty to the investment conglomerate he represents. The stakes rise when someone close to them both threatens Naomi’s business, forcing Patrick to choose between his career… and the woman he yearns to make his lifelong partner.
They’re not as different as she thinks
After scoring phenomenal success in Phoenix with her organic food co-op, Naomi Stallion is ready to introduce Vitally Vegan to her Utah town. But meeting her half siblings and the extended family she never knew isn’t the homecoming she’d hoped for. And now a nasty bidding war over the property Naomi wants to buy pits the unconventional lifestyle coach against sexy, überconservative corporate attorney Patrick O’Brien.
Behind the power suit, ruggedly handsome looks and dazzling legal maneuvers, Patrick’s a country guy at heart. His attraction to the beautiful farmer who marches to the beat of her own unique drum makes him question his loyalty to the investment conglomerate he represents. The stakes rise when someone close to them both threatens Naomi’s business, forcing Patrick to choose between his career...and the woman he yearns to make his lifelong partner.
“So, this is that awkward moment at the end of our date where I want to kiss you again but I don’t want to overstep any boundaries. Since we’re still getting to know each other, it might be too soon. And I would hate to get slapped.”
Naomi giggled, her eyes shifting in a slight roll. “Do you often get slapped when you kiss a woman?”
He grinned. “Not at all. But if I kiss you, it won’t be like last time. It won’t be a casual kiss on the cheek. Or a light peck on your lips. This time I plan to kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before.”
“Well, if I’m honest with you,” Naomi started, her weight shifting from side to side, “this is that moment where I want to be kissed but I don’t want you to think that I’m too forward. I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong impression of me. Because I am not that kind of woman.”
Patrick leaned to drop his bag onto the coffee table. He took a step toward her, closing the distance between them.
Dear Reader (#u318d9da0-205e-50af-b6b0-d5ec89a95af1),
Let me warn you by saying there is nothing sweet about Sweet Stallion! Ms. Naomi Stallion is not the sugary sibling. As the eldest girl of the Utah Stallions, she is not known to hold her tongue and you’ll discover that she has no problems laying it all on the table.
Legal eagle Patrick O’Brien is a delectable mélange of yummy goodness! His attraction to Naomi is instant and the two light up the pages! I think you’re going to love, love, love everything about them.
I really like this story! Naomi gives me all kinds of feel-good moments and Patrick just takes my breath away!
As always, thank you so much for your continued support. I am humbled by all the love you keep showing me, my characters and our stories. I know that none of this would be possible without you.
Until the next time, please take care and may God’s blessings be with you always.
With much love,
Deborah Fletcher Mello
www.DeborahMello.Blogspot.com (http://deborahmello.blogspot.ca/)
Sweet Stallion
Deborah Fletcher Mello
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Having been writing since forever, DEBORAH FLETCHER MELLO can’t imagine herself doing anything else. Her first novel, Take Me to Heart, earned her a 2004 Romance Slam Jam nomination for Best New Author. In 2008, Deborah won an RT Reviewers’ Choice award for Best Series Romance for Tame a Wild Stallion. Deborah received a BRAB 2015 Reading Warrior Award for Best Series for her Stallion family series. Deborah was also named the 2016 Romance Slam Jam Author of the Year. In addition, she has received accolades from several publications, including Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, and RT Book Reviews. With each new book, Deborah continues to create unique story lines and memorable characters. Born and raised in Connecticut, Deborah now considers home to be wherever the moment moves her.
To my Diamonds,
Thank you for your support and encouragement.
You give selflessly each and every day, and I am grateful for you!
Contents
Cover (#u75ae8039-4748-5125-9499-c41b356b8939)
Back Cover Text (#u567af6cd-26ad-5170-827c-27071c2625b8)
Introduction (#u20635145-d01d-51fb-a33e-72a4b8fcffa3)
Dear Reader (#u9a8ee8be-2a40-5983-bb8c-5b092ce44fb0)
Title Page (#uf23b98fa-a75e-54d5-b526-bed672b95375)
About the Author (#u2e53ddc2-3958-5c85-a9a2-a2aae61d9a76)
Dedication (#ua2384260-e065-59e9-955d-bdd393e1336f)
Chapter 1 (#uf3bf182f-ae6f-57d6-b2be-35c0cf216cd0)
Chapter 2 (#uc726419e-ca9d-5e0c-adde-d8cb1304c0c5)
Chapter 3 (#u4c559243-79fc-57cb-b7c8-fa6faf06d608)
Chapter 4 (#uaf5c13e0-6c52-510d-8ee7-80d7ea99f764)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1 (#u318d9da0-205e-50af-b6b0-d5ec89a95af1)
Naomi Stallion was standing in her big brother’s kitchen when he and his wife came through the front door of their Arlington Drive home. The couple was giggling, their voices low. Naomi winced, suspecting that she was about to intrude on an intimate moment. She called out to them, rattling a frying pan against the stove top as she did.
“Hello! It’s me! I’m here in your kitchen. Please don’t take your clothes off!” she shouted, remembering the last time the two had come running through the house not knowing she was there.
There was a brief moment of silence, and then laughter led Noah Stallion and Catherine “Cat” Moore-Stallion from their living room into the dining area.
“Hi, Naomi!” Cat chimed as she toyed with the buttons on her blouse and adjusted her skirt.
Naomi smiled. “Sorry about that.”
“Hey!” Noah said. He tossed up a casual hand as his eyes widened curiously. “What are you doing here?”
Naomi gave her brother a look. Before she could respond, Cat interrupted, exclaiming excitedly, “You cooked!”
“I did. I figured it was the least I could do after showing up unannounced,” Naomi responded. “To stay for a few days,” she added, the words coming rapidly. “Maybe even a week. Or two.”
The couple laughed, the two exchanging a look between them.
“So, to what do we owe the honor?” Noah asked as he moved toward the counter and settled down on a wooden stool. He reached for a stalk of celery that rested on a vegetable tray Naomi had pushed in his direction. “We weren’t expecting to see you until next month.”
“I wasn’t expecting to be here. But what about you? I’m actually surprised that you two aren’t in New York. Isn’t that where one of you was supposed to be?”
Noah nodded. “My plans changed. I needed to be at the corporate office here, and Cat flew in to see me before she heads to Dallas tomorrow.”
Naomi gave them both a smile. “My plans changed, too. The property adjacent to my farm is going up for auction next week. I want that land. If I can get it, I want to expand my business model here and get a second food co-op up and running.”
The farm Naomi referred to was the fifteen acres of land she owned in the Pleasant Grove area just outside downtown Salt Lake City. It had been a foreclosure investment that she’d acquired years ago, initially planning to wait for the real estate market to improve, and then sell it. Her decision to actually grow produce on the property and work it had come as a surprise to them all.
“How much land is it?” Cat asked, joining her husband at the counter. She reached for her own celery stick and dipped it into the cucumber dressing that filled a small bowl.
“It’s a good fifty acres. There’s an open house tomorrow and I plan to go walk it in the morning and talk to the Realtor handling the sale.”
Noah cut a quick glance at his wife, who was licking the dressing from her fingers. Naomi noted his expression, the color heating his cheeks as he bit down on his bottom lip. Cat laughed and Naomi rolled her eyes.
“I guess I should have called first,” Naomi said, a wry smile pulling across her face. “But I’m so used to just letting myself in I didn’t think about it. Now that you’re married, I should probably give your key back, big brother.”
Noah shook his head. “You’re here more than we are.”
“And you are always welcome here,” Cat added. “Don’t you even think about giving him that key back. This is your home, too.”
Naomi rounded the marble counter to give her sister-in-law a hug. “I really appreciate that.” She winked at her brother. “I still like this one. I’m glad you’re keeping her.”
Noah laughed. “So, what did you cook? Since I can’t get any dessert just yet, I might as well enjoy some dinner.”
“Noah! Really?” Cat laughed. “I can’t believe you just said that!”
He shrugged, his bright smile filling his face. “It’s the truth!”
Naomi shook her head. “Set the table and we can eat. I cooked your favorite—vegetable lasagna.”
“That’s not my favorite. I was hoping for something battered and fried with lots of cheese and gravy. Not vegetable lasagna. And I bet you put tofu in it, too.”
“Tofu is good for you.”
“I hate tofu.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do!”
“Really, you don’t,” Naomi said, eyeing him with a raised brow.
Cat laughed. “Well, I didn’t have to cook it so I love whatever it is.”
“She doesn’t cook for me. Do you still think I should keep her?” Noah asked teasingly.
“I do great takeout and I’m a master at other things you like,” Cat responded as she leaned against her husband, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“I will have me some dessert tonight,” he muttered against her ear.
“I made yogurt parfaits with fresh fruit,” Naomi interjected, grinning at the two of them.
“I’ll enjoy that, too,” her brother said smugly.
Naomi waved a dismissive hand in Noah’s direction as she returned to the oven.
Minutes later the trio sat at the dining table, laughing heartily as they caught up on the family news. Naomi was the second oldest sibling and the eldest girl in their close-knit family. The twins, Nicholas and Nathaniel, were only a year behind her in age and their sister Natalie was the baby in the family. It had been a few years since she and her siblings had lost their mother, Norris Jean Stallion, after a brief illness. But other than his name, they knew very little about their father. Noah had always acted as their surrogate parent, supporting them when they needed it most.
Watching Noah as he and his wife flirted shamelessly with each other made Naomi smile. Her brother was happier than she could ever remember him. He and Cat had been each other’s grade school crush and had reconnected at their high school reunion. They’d been inseparable ever since. Of all her siblings, Naomi was closest to Noah, both overly protective of the others, and he was one of her best friends. She trusted him with everything.
Her brother had been her biggest cheerleader when she’d purchased her first property, intending to make it the organic mecca of Utah. Despite her best efforts, the timing hadn’t worked for her. Then their mother’s health had started to decline and the older woman’s demanding nature had made it nearly impossible for Naomi to do all that she needed to do for herself. Shortly after, a beloved friend had afforded her the opportunity of a lifetime, bequeathing her an established farm in Phoenix, Arizona. Making the decision to leave Salt Lake City had been one of the hardest she’d ever had to make, but Noah had insisted, gently shoving her in the direction of her future.
Within a few short months of her getting settled and comfortable, the farm and her organic foods business, Vitally Vegan, had taken off and thrived. It had become everything Naomi had imagined and more. Now, she saw the opportunity to expand her business to her hometown as a large blessing in disguise.
Cat interrupted her thoughts. “This was good, Naomi. Thank you,” she said, as she swiped a paper napkin across her mouth.
“It was really good!” Noah echoed, sliding his index finger around his parfait cup to lick away the last of the strawberry and yogurt.
“Thank you. I’m glad you both enjoyed it.”
“Are you cooking tomorrow, too?” Noah asked, his tone teasing.
