Rein In
Series: Willow Bay Stables #3
Author: Anne Jolin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 25, 2016
Blurb
Aurora Daniels is the bleeding heart of her family. With a gift and a passion for helping to heal others, she has a legacy of kindness and gratitude—a modern-day saint.
Every Sunday since she turned eighteen, Aurora has driven three hours into the city of Edmonton, Alberta, where she volunteers at an equine facility that rehabilitates troubled youth by working with horses. With their increasing success rate, the facility is expanding to foster violent parolees in hopes of a more effective release into society.
Assault with a deadly weapon and attempted murder—that’s what it says under the name on his sheet. Rhys White is released on good behaviour and promises to remain under contract for community service at the Equine for Hearts facility for a court-ordered period of twelve months.
Willow Bay’s saint may have stumbled across the one sinner who can’t be saved from himself.
Will Aurora be able to rein in Rhys’s quest for revenge before it’s too late? Or will she spend the rest of her life loving a man behind bars?
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Excerpt
He was interrupted by the sound of a convertible pulling into the space next to us. The speakers were blaring some kind of racket that made my brain feel like I was going to have a seizure.
Some guy folded out from behind the wheel and Dirt nearly choked on his chew at the sight of him.
He looked like an asshole with his pink sweater folded over his shoulders and one of those polo shirts that looked like it belonged to a rowing club. When he rounded the hood of the car, Fun Bobby’s upper lip curled in disgust. I fought back a grin. This ass hat was wearing loafers.
“Morning, baby girl.” Glitch hollered over the sound of the car stereo.
I let my eyes follow his and land on her blonde hair in the passenger seat. It was light, almost white in the sun and so long it fell well past her shoulders.
The loafer guy held open her door and long legs stretched into my line of vision. She wore those cut of jean shorts, the kind a girl in a country song would wear, but hers were more tasteful, covering the round curves of her ass completely but not hiding them either.
Stretched over her chest was the token white volunteer shirt, she was here to work.
When she stood in front of him, she slung a backpack over her shoulder and waved in our direction.
If you’d ever seen an angel after a bad dream, it felt like that in the air when she smiled.
He pulled her into his chest by her upper arm and dove into her mouth.
My chest rumbled and Glitch widened his eyes in my direction.
I hadn’t seen or felt a woman since I was a teenager and it almost hurt my heart to look at her. She was the picture of all the years that I gave away. She was a breathing memory of everything I missed out on.
Stuffing my hands in my pockets, I let loafers live his dream against her lips.
Some guy folded out from behind the wheel and Dirt nearly choked on his chew at the sight of him.
He looked like an asshole with his pink sweater folded over his shoulders and one of those polo shirts that looked like it belonged to a rowing club. When he rounded the hood of the car, Fun Bobby’s upper lip curled in disgust. I fought back a grin. This ass hat was wearing loafers.
“Morning, baby girl.” Glitch hollered over the sound of the car stereo.
I let my eyes follow his and land on her blonde hair in the passenger seat. It was light, almost white in the sun and so long it fell well past her shoulders.
The loafer guy held open her door and long legs stretched into my line of vision. She wore those cut of jean shorts, the kind a girl in a country song would wear, but hers were more tasteful, covering the round curves of her ass completely but not hiding them either.
Stretched over her chest was the token white volunteer shirt, she was here to work.
When she stood in front of him, she slung a backpack over her shoulder and waved in our direction.
If you’d ever seen an angel after a bad dream, it felt like that in the air when she smiled.
He pulled her into his chest by her upper arm and dove into her mouth.
My chest rumbled and Glitch widened his eyes in my direction.
I hadn’t seen or felt a woman since I was a teenager and it almost hurt my heart to look at her. She was the picture of all the years that I gave away. She was a breathing memory of everything I missed out on.
Stuffing my hands in my pockets, I let loafers live his dream against her lips.
What did I have against the puke anyway? Let him be happy.
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Author Bio
I was born and raised in Ladner, a small farm town just outside Vancouver, Canada. I never expected to be an author. Writing was something that snuck up on me and rooted itself into my life. It was beautiful to discover that love, and I’m truly grateful to say I’ve found my passion.
If I could leave y’all with one thing, it’s that life’s far too short to not live it out loud. Drown in your passions, hold on tight to the things that inspire you, and chase your dreams relentlessly. I can promise you without a doubt that you won’t regret it. I know I don’t.
Mad love,
Anne Jolin
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