Broken: Bad Boy Billionaire Bachelors Club, #4

By Rachel Angel

Savannah was a runaway bride to the Blackworth's heir. Despite her upbringing as a Southern belle, she wanted to pursue a career as a vet, to be just like her father. Marrying Robert Blackworth was going to dampen her career plans. Marrying anyone, for that matter, was going to make her stray off her determined plans to build a world-class veterinary practice, catering to prized horses.

When she gets a call to help a mare and her colt owned by Ryland Roth, on a secluded island he also owned, Savannah's call to duty ruled out her attraction to the mysterious billionaire bachelor with a troubled past, to make the trek out to his island.

Ryland Roth had no intentions of getting involved with another woman. They had all wanted something from him. When he set his eyes on the fiery new vet with an hourglass body and unforgettable beauty, he knew he was going to have a hard time keeping to his vows of bachelorhood.

When these two meet at Wild Horse Island, not only would the horses run free, but maybe love.

Broken is Book 4 of the Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club but can be a stand alone.

***BAD BOYS BILLIONAIRE BACHELORS CLUB***

BIDDING ON THE BILLIONAIRE
MOVIE MERGER
BUYING THE BILLIONAIRE
BROKEN

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebel Kitty
• Release date: Jul 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513021355

Book preview

Prologue

The taxi pulled up to Summers Vineyards and Savannah Milo looked around briefly, remembering all the fun outings to this place when Taryn and her were in college.  Now Taryn was getting married.  Wow! Still hard to believe. It felt good to be back in California though, despite choosing to move to North Carolina for her vet practice.

Savannah, we’re so glad you could come.  You look amazing.  Those green eyes are always so stunning, particularly with that lovely tan and hair.  Taryn’s mother came up to me with her warm smile and kind eyes and hugged me warmly.  Come with me and I’ll get you set-up in your room.  Taryn was so thrilled to hear you were coming.

Thank you, Mrs. Summers.  I’m excited.  It’s hard to believe she’s getting married...and not to Darren.

We’ve hit the jackpot.  Sylvain is a wonderful man and we couldn’t be happier to have him, as well as his brother, in our family.  In fact, you should meet his brother.  He’s handsome and full of energy.

I’ll take a pass.  It’s enough work getting the practice going, Savannah replied.

So, how’s all that going?

It’s taking off slowly, but eventually it’ll all come together.  I just need that one break to get a big client and then it’ll all work out.

I have no doubts about you being able to do it either.  You and Taryn are so much alike—stubborn and determined.

A few minutes later, Savannah was in her room at the vineyard that she’d be staying in for the next week or so.  She was excited to see some of her friends from school again and definitely to see who Sylvain Richard was in person—not the magazines which had such a crazy mix of stories about him.  It wasn’t every day that a friend ended up marrying one of the most eligible billionaires.  She wonder what attracted Taryn to him aside from looks...and money.

Billionaires, she shrugged, thinking of Robert.  He wasn’t a billionaire, but a millionaire was close enough.  If it were up to him, she’d be the one getting married right now, taking on the lucrative Blackworth name, and becoming a trophy wife for him at all his events with all his important people.  No thank you!  Was this Sylvain the same way?  It was hard to imagine that Taryn would accept that.  The two were very similar when it came to how life was viewed — it is meant to be enjoyed and get a little dirty in; not to sit up high and look down on everything without being involved.  Boring.  I’ll pass.

* * *

Watching Taryn walk down the aisle with such a joyful and passionate look upon her face was fascinating to me.  Yes, a part of Savannah was envious because she’d love to have that type of joy and love in my life.  Plus, it was most evident watching her that her world was getting rocked in more ways than one.  She wore that look...the look of a woman who was satisfied both physically and emotionally.  Some day that will be me, but for now, I’d better focus on enjoying Taryn’s day.

It’s so beautiful here.  The lights that are twinkling in the courtyard of the vineyard are magical, making this evening wedding one of the most gorgeous things I’ve ever seen.  With the sun setting in the background she’d say its equivalent to a sun setting behind the Smokey Mountains.  Simply breathtaking.

Savannah, come sit by us, Max called out.  He was one of Taryn’s two brothers and a lively guy to be around.  He made her laugh so much and if she had a brother I’d think he’d probably be like him. 

She ended up sitting at a table with Max, Tanner (Taryn’s other brother), and Sylvain’s brother Jacob.  They are so funny and her face is actually starting to hurt from all of their jokes and laughing.  She felt like she had three dates, except none of them will try anything on her — which she love.  There’s no bigger drag than having some guy try to make you their wedding hook-up. 

So Savannah, you’re a veterinarian?  That’s pretty cool.  What’s your specialty? Jacob asked her.

I mostly work with equines.  Horses have always been my passion and they were a big part of the reason that I decided to move to North Carolina to open up my practice.  Not to mention getting out of the power clutch of the Blackwell’s and their stables.

That’s really cool.  Sylvain’s friend Ryland owns a horse ranch here in California.  He had to cancel coming to the wedding last minute because of a problem he’s having with one of his mares.

That’s awful, she replied, instantly feeling horrible for the situation.  Naturally her soft spot for all animals is part of the reason she decided to become a veterinarian, even more so than the fact her dad was one.  And then there’s the fact that everyone thought she should just be a pretty face attached to a successful husband.  Life may be richer and easier, but she just had to prove them wrong. She wasn’t there yet, but she was getting closer.

Maybe we should see if you can help him out.  It’s hard to find vets to go visit him.

There has to be some close by, she said.

It’s because he lives on Wild Horse Island and it’s not easy to get to.  A one house island off the northern Californian coast.

Well, I’d be glad to see what I could do to help.

He’s kind of anal...just like Sylvain, Jacob said.  He broke out into a big grin and Savannah looked at him oddly.  She soon realized out why.

You’re saying I’m anal, little brother? Sylvain asked, placing his large hand on Jacob’s shoulder.

As if that would be a lie.  However, Savannah is a vet and I was thinking that she may be able to help out Ryland Roth with his sick horse right now.  She knows and loves horses.

That’s  actually a great idea, Taryn said, showing herself from behind Sylvain.  I think you’d really get along well with Ryland.  She looked at Savannah and winked.

Well, if he wants my assistance I’m glad to give it, she said.  Even though it’s across the country, having a great client with thoroughbreds would be a great way to get my name out there.  It couldn’t hurt, that was for certain.

Can you send him a text now? Taryn asked, looking at Sylvain with a coy smile.

It’s your wedding day, don’t do that, she said, embarrassed that they’d be thinking of that today out of all days.

Sylvain always looks out for his friends and I always look out for mine.  With that, she and Sylvain were off to talk with some other guests and Savannah  was left blushing, but pretty excited about the idea of meeting someone who could own their own private island with wild horses, as well as thoroughbreds.  It sounded like a fantasy made for a horse lover.

Chapter 1

Savannah woke up refreshed and eager. The wedding had been so much fun and she couldn’t recall the last time I’d danced the night away.  It’d probably been during college when Taryn and her would go catch the local bands playing at small clubs.  That was always our favorite thing to do because we had so much energy, plus a slight fascination with tattooed men at the time.  That’s why it made no sense that we both ended up dating and nearly marrying responsible men who would do anything to stifle that type of spirit.  Well, we both learned from it and now Taryn was married.  She was...happily single. 

As she got dressed and ready to go find some food and explore the vineyard she saw a folded piece of paper come under my door. She walked over to get it and opened it up. She smiled:

Here’s the number for Ryland Roth’s secretary, Miss Baker.  Please give her a telephone call to coordinate the arrangements to get to the island.  Ryland wants to send his private plane to come and get you. 

Have fun!

Taryn

A private plane.  This guy was serious money.  He was also obviously serious about how much he loved his horses and that was definitely admirable, trumping money for certain. 

With a horse sick enough where the owner would miss his friend’s wedding, she had no time to lose. She got dressed quickly and made her call. Hello, is this Miss Baker?

A crisp voice that didn’t show much friendliness replied that it was.

This is Savannah Milo.  I’m an equine veterinarian and was told to call you to arrange to be picked up to come and look at Mr. Roth’s mare that is having problems.

Miss Baker sounded hesitant and like a prude, making me immediately cringe.  She was protective of her boss.  That much was for certain.  She guessed it was for good reason because people always seemed to want to get in with wealthy people.  She just wanted to get in and see the mare that was in trouble though.  It was impressive that he had a full set of veterinary tools, supplies, and equipment because honestly, she wouldn’t have thought of bringing her vet bag on vacation with her.  Knowing that Ryland had them, told her two things:  he cared about his horses greatly and he wasn’t the type of man to leave anything to chance when it came to them. 

Eventually, after a conversation that felt like a combination of a cavity search and dentist appointment, Miss Baker told me to be ready in three hours’ time.  The private plane would arrive at the hangar near the vineyard.  I should be waiting because Mr. Roth doesn’t accept tardiness.  I couldn’t help but wonder if it was Mr. Roth or her.

Having some time