Blog Tour - COUNTRY RIVALRY
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Life in the beautiful Cotswolds village of Treweham could never be described as boring, but the arrival of a documentary film crew means that things are even busier than normal.
For the ever-so dashing Lord of the Manor Tobias Cavendish-Blake and his new wife Megan, it’s a great advertising opportunity as they’ve recently opened up their home, Treweham Hall, to the public. And for the chef at the local pub The Templar, Finula, the arrival of the brooding director Marcus Devlin, means her love life is looking up.
Whilst at the racing stables, jockey and trainer Dylan Delaney is hoping the exposure will help him find new owners and horses for him and his partner Flora to train. But there is more to Marcus Devlin than meets the eye, and he has very personal reasons for heading to the
Cotswolds.
And once his plans become clear, life in Treweham may never be the same again.
Buy Links:
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2TT9MEN
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2BGcKW5
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2Nbjj7K
iBooks: https://apple.co/2NcjNup
Dylan was sitting at his desk. The window in front of him overlooked the training
yard where three of his staff were busy preparing the stables for the racehorses that were due to be delivered that afternoon. Flora, his assistant trainer and girlfriend, had asked for fresh hay, water and clean swept floors. Not that the grooms really needed telling, all having previously worked at Sean Fox’s training yard. Meanwhile, Flora was busy making phone calls, ensuring final preparations for the arrival of the horses were in place. Dylan had opened Delany’s Racing Yard only a few weeks ago and already the stables were half full. He had room for thirty horses, and at this rate they’d soon be training at full capacity and would need more staff.
He couldn’t expect Flora to continue working at her current pace, particularly as
she was still recovering from a virus. As Flora’s parents were travelling around
Europe and her brother was at university, Dylan had insisted she come and stay with
him for a few days until she had recovered, but that few days had turned into weeks.
Together they had rubbed along nicely, living and working alongside each other in an easy, uncomplicated way.
Although Flora was only twenty, Dylan held her in high esteem. She had an
innocent, honest sincerity about her, which he admired, especially when comparing
her to the many crude, licentious women who threw themselves at him. Dylan had a
reputation, which up until Flora came into his life he had been more than happy to
uphold. He was the sexiest and most successful jockey, both on and off the
racecourse. His dark curls, twinkling blue eyes and thoroughly toned body had sent
many a lady’s heart pounding, and Dylan had been chased, a lot, sometimes leading to rather unfortunate circumstances. One lover had handcuffed him to the bed and sold
her kiss-and-tell story to a newspaper; another, the wife of a client, had been seducing him in the hot tub when her husband had arrived home early. All water under the bridge now, Dylan liked to think.
Flora, however, didn’t. She might be ten years younger than he, but she was well
aware of Dylan’s lothario days. Still, she couldn’t fault the care and attention he had
shown her whilst she was ill. Like Dylan, Flora had grown to love their living
together and, whilst nothing officially had been said, it had gradually become the
norm for her to stay at his house. Flora had noticed how clinically clean and ordered
Dylan’s home was when she had first arrived but now it had turned into a proper
home, which looked lived-in.
Working together, they had flourished, each intuitively understanding the other,
and each had a way with horses so it was little wonder that already they had had quite a few runners thundering past the finishing line in first place. In fact, it was all going so well that Dylan was about to announce his retirement as a jockey, to dedicate all his time to the training yard, and keeping Flora happy. She had shown her fiery, stubborn side once and he didn’t wish to see it again.
Now he looked sideways at her whilst she was talking on the phone. His gaze
automatically homed in on her pale, flawless complexion. She was biting her bottom lip and frowning slightly, deep in concentration. Her blond hair hung in waves to her shoulders and he suddenly longed to feel its silky touch between his fingers.
Dylan got up from his desk and stood behind her on the sofa. He bent down and
kissed her neck and she turned slightly and smiled, continuing to talk into the phone.
His lips ran across her collarbone; then, deciding he wanted more of her, his hands
started to unbutton her shirt. She giggled slightly, then quickly coughed and carried
on her conversation. She playfully slapped his hand. He ignored it and continued to
pop her buttons until he pulled the shirt apart, to reveal her splendid creamy breasts, spilling out of a red lace bra. How was he supposed to concentrate on work, knowing she was wearing this?
His hands cupped her breasts, which felt soft and warm. His tongue found one of her nipples and slowly licked it and instantly it hardened. He heard her release a sigh. Flora quickly wrapped up the phone call and released another sigh as Dylan’s hand moved further down to delve inside her jeans.
‘Let’s go home,’ he whispered thickly into her ear.
Sasha lives in a rural, coastal village in Lancashire with her husband and Labrador dog.
She has always written stories from a very young age and finds her fictional world so much more exciting than the real one.
Follow Sasha:
Twitter: @SashaMorgan_
Facebook: @SashaMorganAuthor
COUNTRY RIVALRY
by SASHA MORGAN
On my blog today I have the pleasure of sharing with you.....
COUNTRY RIVALRY
I would like to thank Victoria from Aria and SASHA MORGAN for inviting me on the
blog tour
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Book Information
For the ever-so dashing Lord of the Manor Tobias Cavendish-Blake and his new wife Megan, it’s a great advertising opportunity as they’ve recently opened up their home, Treweham Hall, to the public. And for the chef at the local pub The Templar, Finula, the arrival of the brooding director Marcus Devlin, means her love life is looking up.
Whilst at the racing stables, jockey and trainer Dylan Delaney is hoping the exposure will help him find new owners and horses for him and his partner Flora to train. But there is more to Marcus Devlin than meets the eye, and he has very personal reasons for heading to the
Cotswolds.
And once his plans become clear, life in Treweham may never be the same again.
Buy Links:
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2TT9MEN
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2BGcKW5
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2Nbjj7K
iBooks: https://apple.co/2NcjNup
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My Review
4☆ A Light hearted and Entertaining Read!
COUNTRY RIVALRY is the second book in the series, and I highly recommend reading them in order as the characters cross over and can be a little overwhelming otherwise.
This is not a Standalone Book!
When Marcus Devlin rocks up at Treweham wanting to make a documentary about this gorgeous quaint countryside, but things are not all what they seem.
Is the documentary really a good idea for the village? Or will it ruin Treweham?
All of the characters are back with a sprinkle of new ones. It was a joy to catch up and see what's new and what's changed since the previous book.
Once again COUNTRY RIVALRY is a fun, heart warming read with a dash of romance, drama, friendships, intrigue, secrets and revenge.
It's told by multiple points of view, which can become a little confusing at times especially if you haven't read the previous book.
Overall a light hearted, entertaining, heart warming romance, with quirky characters and an engaging storyline
COUNTRY RIVALRY is the second book in the series, and I highly recommend reading them in order as the characters cross over and can be a little overwhelming otherwise.
This is not a Standalone Book!
When Marcus Devlin rocks up at Treweham wanting to make a documentary about this gorgeous quaint countryside, but things are not all what they seem.
Is the documentary really a good idea for the village? Or will it ruin Treweham?
All of the characters are back with a sprinkle of new ones. It was a joy to catch up and see what's new and what's changed since the previous book.
Once again COUNTRY RIVALRY is a fun, heart warming read with a dash of romance, drama, friendships, intrigue, secrets and revenge.
It's told by multiple points of view, which can become a little confusing at times especially if you haven't read the previous book.
Overall a light hearted, entertaining, heart warming romance, with quirky characters and an engaging storyline
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Excerpt
yard where three of his staff were busy preparing the stables for the racehorses that were due to be delivered that afternoon. Flora, his assistant trainer and girlfriend, had asked for fresh hay, water and clean swept floors. Not that the grooms really needed telling, all having previously worked at Sean Fox’s training yard. Meanwhile, Flora was busy making phone calls, ensuring final preparations for the arrival of the horses were in place. Dylan had opened Delany’s Racing Yard only a few weeks ago and already the stables were half full. He had room for thirty horses, and at this rate they’d soon be training at full capacity and would need more staff.
He couldn’t expect Flora to continue working at her current pace, particularly as
she was still recovering from a virus. As Flora’s parents were travelling around
Europe and her brother was at university, Dylan had insisted she come and stay with
him for a few days until she had recovered, but that few days had turned into weeks.
Together they had rubbed along nicely, living and working alongside each other in an easy, uncomplicated way.
Although Flora was only twenty, Dylan held her in high esteem. She had an
innocent, honest sincerity about her, which he admired, especially when comparing
her to the many crude, licentious women who threw themselves at him. Dylan had a
reputation, which up until Flora came into his life he had been more than happy to
uphold. He was the sexiest and most successful jockey, both on and off the
racecourse. His dark curls, twinkling blue eyes and thoroughly toned body had sent
many a lady’s heart pounding, and Dylan had been chased, a lot, sometimes leading to rather unfortunate circumstances. One lover had handcuffed him to the bed and sold
her kiss-and-tell story to a newspaper; another, the wife of a client, had been seducing him in the hot tub when her husband had arrived home early. All water under the bridge now, Dylan liked to think.
Flora, however, didn’t. She might be ten years younger than he, but she was well
aware of Dylan’s lothario days. Still, she couldn’t fault the care and attention he had
shown her whilst she was ill. Like Dylan, Flora had grown to love their living
together and, whilst nothing officially had been said, it had gradually become the
norm for her to stay at his house. Flora had noticed how clinically clean and ordered
Dylan’s home was when she had first arrived but now it had turned into a proper
home, which looked lived-in.
Working together, they had flourished, each intuitively understanding the other,
and each had a way with horses so it was little wonder that already they had had quite a few runners thundering past the finishing line in first place. In fact, it was all going so well that Dylan was about to announce his retirement as a jockey, to dedicate all his time to the training yard, and keeping Flora happy. She had shown her fiery, stubborn side once and he didn’t wish to see it again.
Now he looked sideways at her whilst she was talking on the phone. His gaze
automatically homed in on her pale, flawless complexion. She was biting her bottom lip and frowning slightly, deep in concentration. Her blond hair hung in waves to her shoulders and he suddenly longed to feel its silky touch between his fingers.
Dylan got up from his desk and stood behind her on the sofa. He bent down and
kissed her neck and she turned slightly and smiled, continuing to talk into the phone.
His lips ran across her collarbone; then, deciding he wanted more of her, his hands
started to unbutton her shirt. She giggled slightly, then quickly coughed and carried
on her conversation. She playfully slapped his hand. He ignored it and continued to
pop her buttons until he pulled the shirt apart, to reveal her splendid creamy breasts, spilling out of a red lace bra. How was he supposed to concentrate on work, knowing she was wearing this?
His hands cupped her breasts, which felt soft and warm. His tongue found one of her nipples and slowly licked it and instantly it hardened. He heard her release a sigh. Flora quickly wrapped up the phone call and released another sigh as Dylan’s hand moved further down to delve inside her jeans.
‘Let’s go home,’ he whispered thickly into her ear.
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Author Bio
She has always written stories from a very young age and finds her fictional world so much more exciting than the real one.
Follow Sasha:
Twitter: @SashaMorgan_
Facebook: @SashaMorganAuthor
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