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Brent Kiel ripped out her heart and handed it back in teeny little pieces.
In a twist of fate Peyton wound up engaged to Brent s best friend. The engagement might be off now,
but no one needs to know, right? It keeps the questions at bay& and the temptation called Brent Kiel out of
reach. Until the night he shows up at her family s bar.
The only reason Brent agrees to meet his brothers at Big Jack s is that Peyton never darkens the door
on a Friday night. Except tonight. Seeing her is a painful reminder of his mistake and what it cost him and
that no other woman s lips or body will ever satisfy him like hers.
Nothing not the past, not her legendary temper, not even the rock on her finger will keep this
cowboy from getting what he wants&
Warning: Seduction served by a brooding and standoffish cowboy who wants nothing more than his
ladylove s heart and soul her body is just icing on the cake. Hot cowboy sex in a bar, in a barn, in a
bed& just about anywhere.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Breaking Brent:
What was his brother doing?
Brent followed Peyton with his eyes the moment she took the hand his brother offered her, through
her short conversation with Joss, up until the time she retrieved her cell phone from her purse. She didn t
look happy.
Watching her walk from her place under the old willow tree to the seclusion of the barn and not
following her instantly was hard.
Why did she need the privacy the barn held? Was her fiancé calling to check on her? He doubted it.
He knew Carter. Worrying and checking up was not one of the things he did.
He bided his time and waited for his patience to pay off. Dodging as many people as he could, he
walked on quick steps to the barn. Not wanting to attract attention to his destination, he made the
occasional stop to talk to folks here and there. Shaking hands, slapping backs and nodding every so often
allowed him to slip into the barn without anyone being the wiser.
He didn t know what compelled him to follow her. Maybe it was the look of concern and worry
written across her face. Maybe it was out of pure nosiness on his part. It could be that he couldn t not
follow her. Whatever it was, it led him to the barn, searching the dim interior for her.
It didn t take him long to find her.
She stood at the back of the barn, resting against the double doors that had been anchored open. Even
through the darkness he could make out her figure. She was breathtaking in the shadowed hall.
She was great in any light, but Brent liked the moonlight the best.
Most of his visions of her over the years had her cast in moonlight. He had plenty of memories of her
in the fading shadows the sun created and moonlight he wouldn t mind making another.
He struck the thought from his head, knowing that creating a memory with Peyton, a good one, was
not on the agenda. He just wanted to check on her. She had looked upset. Or at least he thought she had.
That was his reasoning for following her to check on her. Nothing more.
Altering his stride, he moved toward her without any noise. There was a fraction of space between his
chest and her back before she knew he was even there.
Spinning quickly, she turned and her wide eyes met his. He saw her breath hitch and then quicken.
Was she frightened? Excited? Excited was good, but he figured mad as hell was a better gauge on her
mood.
 What do you want? She cast the words his way and then gave him her back once more. Brent
stopped the smile from crossing his face. Yep, mad as hell was a pretty good description.
 You okay? He saw her body tense as he spoke. He waited for her to reply and wasn t surprised by
what he got in return.
 What do you care?
 I care. His admission shocked him and the shock made his jaw set and his brow furrow. Brent
wasn t big on expressing his feelings never had been. That was one of the problems they had always had
between them. He couldn t tell her how he felt and she needed to know.
 Yeah, right. She turned on her heel and faced him. The added inches of her shoes made her and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]