Kentucky Blue Bloods

Taking a break! Returning later in 2018!

Regina Ward, granddaughter of Corbin Ward, breeder of multiple stakes winners, had blood as blue as anyone in Kentucky. But what her grandfather had built, her father had gambled away. He’d already lost four prized horses to an arrogant, infuriating Brit. Reggie isn’t about to lose her heart to him as well.

Caretaker to his family’s thoroughbred racing empire, Parker Stuart has zero tolerance for anyone who slights him or his blue-blooded British family. Reggie may have considered their brief, torrid affair no more than a spring fling, but she’d run off with Parker’s heart when she’d dumped him. Now it’s time to settle the score.

It’s up to Reggie to save what’s left of her family homestead and her proud Kentucky heritage. But when Parker shows up to collect his horses, all bets are off. Reggie’s never been a gambler and Parker despises losing. But when Kentucky blue blood tangles with British blue blood, are they willing to take a gamble on love?

 

Amazon Review: 5 Stars! “Parker is a man you will fall in love with, from his proper English mannerisms, to his love of horses and Reggie. He is honorable, attractive, and he doesn’t waver in his feelings.”

Amazon Review: 5 Stars! “I admired Parker as the steadfast hero, because he just would NOT give up on Reggie no matter what family problems or obstacles appeared in the way of their trust and love. Ms. Scarbrough has, again, written a wonderful, insightful love story.”

Amazon Review: A romance with a little mystery, humor and the ambiance of KY horse country, KY Blue Bloods will make you want to read more Jan Scarbrough.

My Crazy Book Addiction: “…she is a master storyteller who is able to make the reader “feel” not only “see” her characters.  The detail in this story is amazing, at times I swore that I was actually in Kentucky flying around in an old truck on the fence lined roads. The story is crafted in such a way as to make you slip into each of the character’s skins and become them.”

Bluegrass Reunion series: standalone stories about second chances

Although each romance in the Bluegrass Reunion series stands alone, all books are about second chances and are set in Kentucky. In keeping with the Bluegrass theme, when appropriate, a horses are thrown into the plot for good measure.

Excerpt

Early September
Bourbon County, Kentucky

Bloody hell?

Parker Stuart cast a disbelieving gaze at the woman who’d met him at the airport. What was he, the youngest son of a proud British, thoroughbred-racing family, doing in a mud-caked pickup truck sitting beside a woman who resembled a caricature of a mountain hillbilly? His chauffeur certainly looked nothing like the young woman he remembered from London—the woman he’d flown across the Atlantic to seduce—again.

Women didn’t dump him without regretting it.

Especially not the woman he’d fallen in love with and planned to marry.

Revenge wasn’t a pretty sentiment, but it was just what he had in mind.

Love her and leave her. Like she’d left him. But he’d take four of her prized thoroughbreds home with him.

He should have known he was making a mistake, but three weeks spent in a haze of good sex—her body naked, writhing beneath him, driving him wild with desire—had fogged his brain. He had fallen in love, succumbing to an emotion he’d avoided for twenty-nine years.

Too bad she hadn’t stuck around after their short fling. In fact, she had run out on him, leaving him sitting in the restaurant for nearly an hour, engagement ring in his pocket, before he’d finally checked his text messages. There’d been nothing sweet about her “dear John” goodbye.

For God’s sake, she’d dumped him in a text!

No, the woman driving this bloody pickup looked nothing like the charming woman he’d met in London in the spring. That woman had possessed a quiet assurance and natural reserve. She’d had a genuine sweetness about her and a timeless beauty. Dressed in a classically feminine, floral-print cotton dress, she had worn a wide-brimmed, Southern Belle hat on her thick, blonde hair when he’d taken her to Ascot in June. She’d called it her “Derby” hat but had meant her derby, the one in Kentucky. Her American accent with its lovable Southern drawl charmed him, but most of all, he’d fallen in love with her shy, sensitive eyes, ones he couldn’t forget.

Eyes now hidden by dark sunglasses.

Parker looked away. The central Kentucky countryside whizzed past, but he hardly saw it.

Granted, the moment he stepped off the jet at the airfield in Lexington, he had admired her curvy figure, fully appreciating those long shapely, and tanned legs. Yet, there was something objectionable about her dress, or lack thereof. She was wearing short, blue jean cutoffs with frayed cuffs, a skimpy white tank top that left nothing to his more than vivid imagination, and ankle-length barn boots—clunky, muddy, lace-up boots that smelled as if they’d tramped around a stable only minutes before his arrival.

Her apparel was an affront to him. To their time together. More than any burst of anger or recrimination, it told him exactly what to expect from this trip. She was thumbing her nose at him with her improper dress. She’d played him. He’d been a fool.

Not any longer.

Regina Ward, granddaughter of Corbin Ward, breeder of multiple stakes winners, had blood as blue as anyone in Kentucky but not as blue as his aristocratic British blood. Tainted only by the introduction of an American grandmother, Parker’s blue-blooded family was heir to the fabled, Stuart racing stable, acres of prime London real estate, a historic estate in Kent, and a hereditary peerage granted to an ancestor by a reigning monarch five generations earlier.

No, this hayseed couldn’t hold a candle to him. Her family was nothing. Her breeding operation was negligible. And he was going to drive a stake into the last of it.

Three years ago, Reggie’s drunken father had beaten Parker’s older brother in a game of poker, winning one of the Stuart’s prize stallions. Now, the stallion, Stuart’s Legacy, was dead after only three years in Kentucky. Although any horse could die from colic, Legacy’s death was another mark against Reggie and her smalltime horse breeder father, Sam Ward.

Parker blinked hard. Focus. Don’t let her get to you.

The countryside was not as lush and green as his homeland. He knew the Maury silt loam, with its underlying limestone base, made the soil perfect for raising horses. But thanks to the summer heat, the nutrient-rich grass looked dry. Inhospitable. Just like his welcome to the Bluegrass State.

Barreling down a Kentucky back road, flanked by black or white wooden fences and an occasional stone wall built by Scotch-Irish settlers, with a mad woman behind the wheel, who he barely recognized, didn’t set right with Parker. Was he taking his life in his hands by being there?

He glanced again at Reggie.

“Does everyone in Kentucky drive this fast?” Parker added a touch of upper-class disdain to his voice.

She glanced at him and grinned, gum popping in her mouth. “Until we get caught.”

He lifted an eyebrow. God, he hated women chewing gum. That more than anything put him off. She must have recognized his distaste, for she grinned and smacked her gum louder.

Parker cleared his throat. “How far is it to your farm?”

She flicked the turn signal and spun the steering wheel right, throwing him against the passenger side door.

“We’re here,” she said and popped her gum once more for good measure.

They bounced down a poorly-paved country lane bordered by tall oak trees, up a gentle knoll, pulled around a circular drive, and halted in front of a stately, Greek Revival house.

“Welcome to Richlawn Hall, built in 1830,” she said with a touch of pride then opened her door and left him sitting alone in the cab.

Heat and humidity sucked the air from his lungs the minute he climbed from the truck. Parker put his hands on the small of his back and arched, stretching his cramped muscles.

Reggie came around the front of the truck and saw him. He couldn’t read her eyes behind her sunglasses, but he had her attention. He played to his audience, prolonging his stretch, and thought her gaze may have been fixed on the button fly of his classic Paul Smith jeans.

“Our house is on the historic register,” she informed him with an impish toss of her fifties-era ponytail.

“So is mine,” he came back then perversely added, “several of them.”

She fisted her hands at that. In the glare of the hot sun, standing in front of him, legs spread, hands on hips, she looked smug and self-assured, almost as if she was ready to do battle with an opponent. Him.

Brilliant! No matter how she tried to put him off with her gum popping and hillbilly attire, he was ready to take on this woman. Parker set his jaw and returned her stare.

Miss Regina Ward had no clue he was about to even the score—and enjoy himself wholeheartedly while doing it.

 

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