Back In The Saddle

By Violet Jessamy

On vacation with her husband, Sara helplessly watches her marriage crumbling apart. Her longing for a decent man sends her straight into the arms of cowboy Ash, but is she ready to accept all he has to give her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Violet Jessamy
• Release date: Jun 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476323428

Violet Jessamy

Violet Jessamy’s thoughts do not always revolve around sex - just most of the time. She believes that this fact, along with her hyperactive imagination, is to blame for her choice of secondary career. Having developed a passionate interest in erotica as soon as she figured out it existed, she credits the internet in general for allowing her to pursue said interest and tolerating her early attempts at creating the perfect arousing tale.She also writes non-erotic fiction, but gets far more enjoyment out of writing smutty stories.

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Back In The Saddle

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The gentle brown mare was busy trying to force her entire head into my pocket, determinedly searching for yet another slice of apple. I had been bribing her into tolerating my presence in her box for the past hour. The stables were the only place I could reasonably expect to be left alone around noontime, so this was where I came for a good cry.

Sorry, I told Shawnee, the mare, and reached up to pet her muzzle. Ran out. I’ll grab you another one tomorrow at breakfast.

This compromise seemed acceptable to her. She turned back to her hay feeder and started munching. I used the opportunity to wipe the drying trails of tears from below my eyes.

One week into the vacation that was supposed to save my marriage, and John was already sleeping with the cute, big-busted accountant from Texas. He didn’t try to hide it either, which was humiliating. I knew they were in our room right now. Most of the people at the ranch knew it too, and everyone in the guest house could probably hear them screwing each other’s brains out.

So I was hiding in the stables, trying and failing to keep my mind off my disaster of a marriage. The horses were off-limits to the guests for most of the afternoon. I liked the peaceful atmosphere here, the calm demeanor of the ranch horses.

I jumped when I heard