The Vasquez Baby
She sat straight as a warrior on the horse, her hair gleaming like liquid gold under the baking Argentine sun.
When he'd first noticed her in the distance his reaction had been one of irritation, partly because the horse had been galloping hard in the ferocious heat, but mostly because he'd been seeking solitude, not company. And if there was one thing that the Argentine pampas offered in abundance it was the opportunity for solitude.
Endless grassland stretched far into the distance, the horizon so perfectly straight and flat that it might have been drawn with a ruler.
Irritation had turned to concern as horse and rider had drawn closer and he'd recognised the animal she was riding.
He felt a flash of anger towards whomever had allowed her to take that particular horse out alone and made a mental note to find the culprit. And then anger faded to slow, simmering masculine appraisal as he scanned the delicate lines of her features.
He had spent his life surrounded by exceptionally beautiful women, all of them more groomed than this girl, and yet he couldn't drag his eyes away from her face. She was fair-skinned and delicate, her body a mouth-watering combination of ... read full excerpt from: The Vásquez Baby ebook
