Shelter Me

By Sienna Stapleton

As head of the Werner Dairy Farm empire, Teagan Werner has no time for nonsense in his life and even less time for love. When a sexy sable haired vixen shows up demanding he sell some of his land to her non-profit organization he’s both incensed and intrigued by her display of strength and determination. Quickly it becomes apparent that ignoring his attraction to her won’t work, but does he really know enough about the woman to trust her with his heart?

A former victim of domestic abuse, Kyrie Hart has seen her share of hardship and she’s determined to give others the same opportunity for escape she had. Leery of men, but stern in her convictions, she not only wants the property Teagan Werner owns, but also the handsome millionaire too. When her resolve to help abused women collides with her need to follow her heart, Kyrie is forced to choose between duty and love. Her decision isn’t easy and in the end might very well be the biggest mistake of her life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michelle Cary
• Release date: Sep 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463593073

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Shelter Me

Sienna Stapleton

Shelter Me

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Chapter One

Teagan Werner leaned back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to control his building headache. The recent days of stress and frustration seemed to pick today to culminate into one nasty migraine. If he thought about it, the past year had been a roller coaster filled with both highs and lows that had left him emotionally drained. Right now, all he wanted was a few days’ vacation. With his brother, Talon, now a full-time paid fireman and his new sister-in-law, Abby, running her own business in town, he was once again left to head the family farm. Taking time off was out of the question.

Not that he minded being in charge. He loved the farm and even before his parents’ deaths had begun taking on the task of keeping it successful. What bothered him more than the endless schedules of breeding cows, calves being born, and equipment breakdowns was a newfound loneliness plaguing him.

Ever since Talon and Abby married in August, the melancholy hung over him like a persistent rain cloud. For the moment, his brother and sister-in-law still lived in the sprawling mansion where he’d been raised. They’d decided to put off having children until Abby’s new business venture took off, but that hadn’t stopped them from toying with baby names or planning for their future.

It was only a matter of time before they bought their own place and moved out, leaving him to rattle around in the big ole house all alone. He didn’t begrudge his brother the happiness he’d found with Abby. Even back in high school, he’d known Abby and Talon were made for one another, even if neither of them had a clue.

He simply wished he could find the kind of love they shared. That wasn’t to say they left him out completely. He tipped his lips into a grin as he thought about the last time the three of them were tangled in the sheets together.

He reached down to adjust the growing bulge in his slacks as he remembered the way Abby went down on him. She’d placed a small ice cube in her mouth before she’d laved his dick with such fervor he nearly came within seconds. One thing was for sure: Talon was one lucky son of a bitch.

Though that was back before the wedding. They’d assured him there would be more encounters, but three months later, he was still waiting. There wasn’t any use in fooling himself. He’d known the moment they’d said their I do’s that their rendezvous would no doubt end.

Facts were facts. Abby might be adventurous, but she wouldn’t want to play around when it came to the father of her child. He sighed as his cock deflated at the thought of losing what he’d come to accept as the norm.

He turned back to the papers spread out on his desk and struggled to focus on his work. Two of his tanker trucks had fallen victim to engine problems, causing a serious gap in transporting his product to the processor. A load of moldy hay came in the day before, and he needed to address the issue with the supplier. No way was he going to pay for tainted feed.

Mr. Werner? He glanced up to see the housekeeper, Millie, standing in the doorway, a look of remorse on her face. I know you didn’t want to be disturbed, but Mr. Fletcher is here with a guest.

Teagan barely refrained from rolling his eyes. What in the world does Earl want? Fine, let him in. His Realtor, Earl Fletcher, was the last person Teagan wanted to deal with this morning.

An aging man close to sixty shuffled through the door, followed by a vixen with long black hair, wearing what would best be described as conservative sexy in her gray pencil skirt and white pleated blouse. Her high heels clicked across the hard wood as she entered the room and had Teagan taking pause at the shapely legs attached to those shoes. She stopped and cleared her throat. The sound caused him to zip his attention back to her face.

Heat slowly crept into his face as he realized she’d caught him gawking. He smiled and, never breaking his gaze with her, asked, Earl, who’s your friend?

Earl beamed as if he were introducing the queen herself. Teagan, this is Ms. Kyrie Hart.

Pleased to meet you. Teagan stood and extended a hand to shake.

Likewise, she replied as she accepted his hand. The initial contact sent zings of electricity shooting up his arm, and Teagan would have sworn the floor moved beneath his feet.

Holy hell, what was that? He broke contact, pulled away, and motioned for them to sit. What can I do for you, Mrs. Hart?

She started to speak only to have Earl cut her off. She’s here looking for properties to purchase and is interested in the land you have on Amber Mill Road.

Really? Wouldn’t it be a pleasure to have her as a new neighbor? Teagan pondered the idea of having this beautiful woman living so close by. Really. Well, Mrs. Hart—

Ms. Hart, she corrected, and Teagan sent up a silent thank-you.

Um…Ms. Hart. Even if the property was still for sale, which it isn’t, you should know the house burned down some time ago, so there is only land.

She nodded. Mr. Fletcher told me about the house, but I’m really only interested in the property.

Like I said, it’s no longer for sale.

Her face contorted in confusion as she glanced from Teagan to Earl and back. As of last month, it was still listed. Has it already been purchased?

Teagan shook his head. He should have expected Earl’s continued push to sell even after he’d removed the property from the market. No, ma’am. I simply decided not to sell it after all.

Well. She frowned. I’m sure you had good reason to put the place on the market to start, and I am extremely interested in the land. Isn’t there any way we can work out a deal?

I’m sorry, but the land is no longer available. Teagan shot Earl a disgruntled look. Mr. Fletcher should have told you that instead of wasting all our time dragging you out here for no reason.

Now, Teagan, I’m sure you can at least hear what Ms. Hart has to say.

Fine. Teagan folded his arms over his chest and leaned back. There wasn’t anything she could possibly say which would change his mind, but if hearing her out would make them both go away faster, he’d do it. Why are you so interested in the land, Ms. Hart? What exactly do you plan to do with it?

I want to build a retreat and spa for battered women.

That certainly wasn’t what he’d expected her to say. Confused, Teagan frowned. I’m sorry. I don’t quite follow you. Battered women aren’t going to have the money to spend on a retreat and spa.

The indignant look she wore told Teagan he’d just dug his first hole with the beautiful lady. Well of course not, she retorted. The retreat will work much like a woman’s shelter, only on an entirely different level. It would be for those women who are not only willing to leave their abusive relationships but who need to leave everything behind and start new elsewhere due to the level of violence.

So, it would kind of be a halfway house for women in need of a protection program of sorts. New look, new identity, new town.

The incredulous look she wore slipped into a grin. "That’s a very good