Equestrian Sarah Ames can't believe her sexy silent partner has found his voice. After two years of being in the background as part owner of her Grand Prix dressage prospect, Drew Davenport has put down his foot--he wants a foal from a gorgeous Andalusian stallion, Festivo, and Sarah's mare will be the perfect dam. But when he uses her long denied feelings to sway her to his cause, will she fight for her dream or will she find that both could lead to a prize worth winning?
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April 10, 2012
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Excerpt from Worth Winning by Tricia Johnson
Sarah watched Drew walk in, trying not to appreciate his lean form. It hurt too much to window shop when the prize was out of reach and already taken by a ginger-haired witch. "Shouldn't you be at work? Making the big bucks so you can support my bad habit?"
"Hi to you, too, Sarah." Drew tossed something at her, and she caught it.
His smile was almost cryptic, and it set Sarah on edge. "A demo tape."
"For?" She flipped the CD over. "Festivo? This is that stallion you were talking about last week."
A friend of a business client of Drew's owned this young, upcoming stallion, and it had been amusing to hear Drew, who knew so little about horses, go on and on about how beautiful this horse was and how he shook his mane like a male model from a romance cover. Drew'd been invited to the farm on a business trip, and though he had never so much as patted Prima, he was obviously head over heels for this stallion.
It made Sarah a little jealous. Prima was part his. He at least owed her a carrot once in a while. But he stayed silent in their partnership and paid half of the bills without complaining. What Drew did was just fine in her book.
Drew shrugged. "Yeah, it's for Festivo. I thought you could look at the CD and let me know what you think."
"I don't need to look. He's a gorgeous horse. Lots of potential. But I don't have anything to breed right now." She chucked the case back at him, and he caught it.
"Not so fast." He wiggled the case in his long fingers. "You can breed Prima."
Sarah bristled. Silent partner, indeed. "That's not the plan, and you know it. The vet said in four months, six, tops, she'd be healed. I'm not wasting a year--heck, closer to eighteen months once the foal drops--when we could be in the ring next spring."
"You'll start rehabbing her at the beginning of her pregnancy, so she'll be fit quicker." He shoved his hand in his pocket and turned to the TV, CD in hand. "I think this is a great idea."
"Who died and made you boss?"
He popped the CD in the player and turned to pin her with a stern gaze. "Who signed the papers that gave me fifty-one percent ownership?"