The Viscount’s Daring Miss
May the best Viscount or Miss……win!
When her best friend and employer is injured, groom Roberta ‘Bobby’ Kingsley feels compelled to help him. She agrees to step into the saddle and compete in an endurance horse race to help secure his ancestral home. Yet the minute Bobby comes face to face with her opponent—arrogant yet infuriatingly charismatic Lawrence, Viscount Hayes—it’s clear that it won’t just be the competition that has her heart racing!
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In this scene, Bobby and Lawrence set off from Land’s End on their race, beginning a profound journey neither truly expects...‘Very well,’ Watkins said, taking off. ‘Riders, mount up.’Bobby and Hayes both made final checks of their saddles, and bags and slipped on their hats.‘Be careful, Bobby,’ Julian said, and she turned to find he’d hobbled over to her.‘I will be,’ she smiled reassuringly
. ‘I won’t let you down.’‘You never have,’ he shrugged. ‘You never could,’ he whispered, his eyes misting somewhat, as the words his mother had always said to them both passed his lips. Bobby hugged him, tightly, but carefully, ignoring the slight stab those bittersweet words brought, and he pressed a kiss to her temple.
‘Godspeed.’Nodding, her throat tight, Bobby released him, and in one swift motion, tossed the reins up, and swung onto Arion’s back. Patting his neck, she walked him to where Hayes waited, and lined up the horses.‘On my count!’ Watkins exclaimed. Glancing over at Hayes, Bobby saw the same determination in his eyes as was in her heart. She also saw how stiffly he sat—and she grinned.
‘Something amusing, shrew?’ he asked, raising a brow but not looking directly at her.‘Your rather stiff seat, my lord,’ she quipped back, his insult not close to original enough to wound. ‘I wonder whether perhaps you might’ve removed the broomstick you usually sport up your backside before beginning this.’‘ Five!’‘At the end of the day, we’ll see whose seat needs improvement.’‘ Four!’‘Care to wager on that?’‘Yes, carper.’‘ Three!’‘Loser cooks dinner, my lord.’‘ Two!’ Watkins continued, and Bobby noticed he seemed put off by the competitor’s inattention, and petty squabbling.
Apologies, Watkins. Only, it’s ever so fun.‘The loser is obliged to cease with
name-calling.’‘ One!’‘ Deal, your stiffness.’‘ Go!’ Watkins screamed, exasperated. With a sharp whistle, and a slight tightening of her thighs, she and Arion were off. A quick run, to start the morning off—they would slow shortly, and take a more sedate pace, but for now, off they went. She could see Hayes out of the corner of her eye, keeping in time with her, and as they raced together away from where land supposedly ended, Bobby couldn’t help but laugh. The wind rushing past them, Arion beneath her, England before them—well. Bobby felt more herself—almost happier—than she had in a very long time. This day, this race—are mine
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