Wicked Pleasures
From where he stood, leaning gracefully against a silver birch tree, allowing his mount a moment's respite after the long ride from Sevenoaks, Grant Leighton was taken by surprise when two horse-ridersa man and a womancame thundering past him like the Light Brigade hurtling into the Valley of Death.Utterly transfixed, he heard the woman's joyous laughter as her horse's competitive spirit flared; it seemed determined to keep ahead of its mate. Its mane and tail flying, legs flailing, the horse, setting a cracking pace, was galloping its heart out. From what Grant could make out, the other horse was beginning to tire and didn't stand a chance.
Looking through his binoculars, he watched them, filled with admiration for the woman's ability and daring. It was clear that she was utterly fearless. It was unusual to see a woman riding astride, with her mane of hair like ... read full excerpt from Wicked Pleasures ebook