by Kate Hill
Book 8 in the Horsemen Series
From the moment Ivan rescued Bala from the inferno that wiped out her village, he has been in love with her. Knowing the young widow's heart belongs to her husband who died from the Horseman Plague, he struggles to keep his passion for her a secret.
Bala is burdened by guilt over the lustful fantasies she's been having about the handsome Fighting Carrier. When he surprises them both by asking her to marry him, she accepts. With Ivan she enjoys a sexual freedom she has never experienced before. Despite their love for each other, their marriage is threatened by the shadow of her first husband.
Ivan and Bala realize they're meant to be together, but first they have to find their way back to each other.
The following excerpt from Storm Stallion is for
readers 18 and over.
Ivan stepped in, carrying the bucket of water. He emptied it into the tub and Bala took his shirt and knelt to wash it.
He glanced around and asked, "Where's Reena?"
"At Jane's. She's going to watch her while we go to Jian's."
A grin tugged at his lips. "We're alone?"
Still scrubbing, Bala tilted her gaze up to him and smiled. "Yes. We're alone."
Ivan knelt behind her and covered her wet hands with his as she washed his shirt. "You shouldn't be doing all the work. I can help."
"It's only one shirt," she said.
"You don't want my help?" he whispered close to her ear, then gently nipped the lobe.
Bala's eyes closed for a moment and she leaned against him. "I didn't say that."
"Why don't you wash the shirt later?" He tugged the garment from her with one hand while sliding his arm around her waist. He nuzzled her neck and Bala resisted the urge to moan.
He pushed the washtub away as he moved in front of her and took her in his arms. His mouth claimed hers in a tender yet passionate kiss. Sliding her arms around him, Bala moaned, pressing her body closer to his.
Ivan lay on his back, still holding Bala close. She laughed softly as she ended up on top of him, her breasts pressed to his hard, bare chest. For so long she'd admired Ivan's strong physique. He was a warrior, a man of strength and stamina, but also one of compassion. She'd seen how gentle Ivan was with Reena. Even now he could crush her, but he touched and kissed her with tenderness.
"You're so beautiful," he said, gazing into her eyes and caressing her face. His large hand splayed against her lower back. His hard cock pressed against her pelvis and her clit ached for him.
He kissed her again and she responded enthusiastically. Unable to resist, she undulated against him, loving how his stiffness rubbed where she was so warm and needy.
Their tongues danced and Bala threaded her fingers through his dark, wavy hair.
Groaning, Ivan rolled her onto her back and loomed above her, supporting most of his weight on his hands braced on either side of her head.
"Bala, I've wanted you for so long. I can't believe you're finally mine."
About Kate Hill
When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out and spending time with her family and pets.