Unbridled Billionaire. Dani Wade

      A Cinderella moment...with an untamable billionaire

      Presley Macarthur was always a plain Jane, a fact her stepmother pointed out at every turn. But Presley’s passion is horses, and when a bad business deal leaves her at the mercy of newly wealthy stable owner Kane Harrington, Presley finds herself on the brink of a sensual transformation she never saw coming.

      Kane has a use for Presley—to make him legitimate in the exclusive world of high-dollar horse breeding. But there’s nothing useful about his growing feelings for her. After losing it all before, is he willing to take the ultimate risk again, and make this woman’s passionate transformation complete?

      Without warning, Kane’s long fingers found her chin.

      She glanced up but the shadows over his face didn’t give her any clues to his thoughts. He simply covered her lips with his.

      This simple touch sent her over the top.

      He didn’t grope or force his tongue into her mouth. No, Kane wasn’t an overeager boy looking for an easy in. Instead, he rested against her mouth for a moment. Just long enough for her to anticipate the next move.

      When it came, it left her gasping. He brushed his lips lightly across hers, back and forth until hers parted. Still he didn’t force himself in. Instead he traced the outline of her lips with his tongue...and everything inside Presley tightened in response. One quick flick against her parted teeth, then he was gone.

      Only then did Presley realize that her entire awareness had narrowed to the man touching her. The man she should have been scolding. But no—

      She clutched the lapels of his suit jacket, wrinkling the fabric. She strained to draw air into her lungs like a horse bellowing after a race.

      And the man before her stood with his hands loose at his side, appearing completely unmoved.

      “See? Nothing to worry about.”

      Unbridled Billionaire

      Dani Wade

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      DANI WADE astonished her local librarians as a teenager when she carried home ten books every week—and actually read them all. Now she writes her own characters, who clamor for attention in the midst of the chaos that is her life. Residing in the Southern United States with a husband, two kids, two dogs and one grumpy cat, she stays busy until she can closet herself away with her characters once more.

      To my beautiful baby sister ~ Following our dreams

      runs in the family...never give up on yours!

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

       One

       Two

       Three

       Four

       Five

       Six

       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Eleven

       Twelve

       Thirteen

       Fourteen

       Fifteen

       Sixteen

       Seventeen

       Epilogue

       Extract

       Copyright

       One

      “You can take me on a stroll through the gardens...”

      Kane Harrington glanced toward the large arched windows along the back hall of Harrington House, darkening from gray to black as the sun disappeared. “I don’t think there’s quite enough light for that.”

      The little imp—Joan was her name, if he remembered correctly—sidled a little closer. “I don’t mind.”

      I do. And so did all the eligible women and their mothers who had hoped for a few minutes of his time. After all, he was the only Harrington man who was still single. That made him the center of attention at this open house for the new estate and stables he and his brother, Mason, were holding for prominent local families. Suddenly the four hours he’d already endured started to wear on Kane.

      “I’m sorry, hon,” he said, trying to infuse his normally stern expression with a sincere regret. “I just remembered I need to make a business call tonight. I’ll be right back.”

      He quickly escaped down the hall to the large office they had marked off-limits during the earlier tours. Though Kane had his own desk and computer to work from in the office, he didn’t live at the estate with Mason and his fiancée, EvaMarie.

      Thankful for the heavily carved door that kept out unwanted visitors, he dropped into his desk chair with a squeak of leather and