His Tempest

His Tempest

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by Candice Poarch

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She would never know her real dad. And that fact made Noelle Greenwood desperate to connect with his family, even if it meant assuming a false identity to gain their trust. And if she had to hook up with sexy playboy Colin Mayes in a risky game of seduction to claim her birthright—a share of River Oaks, the legendary stud farm Colin co-owned with her

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She would never know her real dad. And that fact made Noelle Greenwood desperate to connect with his family, even if it meant assuming a false identity to gain their trust. And if she had to hook up with sexy playboy Colin Mayes in a risky game of seduction to claim her birthright—a share of River Oaks, the legendary stud farm Colin co-owned with her grandfather—she would do it. But when Colin sparked real passion in her, Noelle's pretend affair spiraled out of control….

Noelle had turned Colin's world upside down. Then he discovered her true identity. She'd used him to get River Oaks. Furious, Colin vowed to end their relationship. But as hard as he tried, he couldn't seem to get the nights they'd shared out of his system or Noelle out of his heart!

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His Tempest

By Candice Poarch


Copyright © 2007 Candice Poarch
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ISBN: 9780373860203

Sixteen years later

Noelle Greenwood was late, as usual. With all the running around she had to do, what a time for her car to be in the shop! She shoved a few bills into the cab driver's hand, gathered her mountain of shopping bags and sprinted out of the car—straight into the solid wall of a man's chest. Everything went flying: packages, purse and her. She braced herself to hit the ground when strong arms captured her.

"Whoa." The man lifted her upright.

With a grateful smile, Noelle mumbled a quick "Thanks," and started shoving things back into the shopping bags.

"Let me help you with that, honey," his deep voice said. It was the "honey" that set her on edge. What right did he have to be acting so familiar? She wasn't his honey.

Noelle jerked her gaze toward the man. Not only was he attractive, he was hot, and he knew it. She was close enough to see the flecks of brown in his eyes, the sexy curve of his lips, the smooth nut–brown color of his skin. Reflexively she took a step back.

His smile beamed bright enough to melt ice. He wore black jeans on his long–legged, six–three frame, with a cream–colored sweater and a black leather jacket. The clothes molded to him in all the right places.

All that shouldn't be legal in one package, she thought.

She kept thethought to herself and gathered her things. "I have it," she said. Although she was grateful he'd saved her from landing on the street, she had things to do. Besides, men that attractive were nothing but heartache. he'd probably bumped into her deliberately. The sidewalk in front of the apartment building was wide enough for him not to invade her space. Especially since he obviously hadn't been waiting for a cab. The one she'd got out of had already pulled away from the curb, and he'd made no effort to stop it.

"I'll take care of the packages, thank you." She took the sweater dangling from his fingers and a box from his hand. "Excuse me."

The thousand–watt smile slipped. "Is everyone in Memphis this unapproachable?"

"Must be your unlucky day." She knew she was acting irrationally, but his kind brought out the worst in her.

"Guess so," he said. "If you're sure…"

"I'm positive. Thanks." With the boxes safely tucked into the bags, she scrambled to hook all the handles together and move on.

"You forgot something," he said, dangling a black lacy bra by the strap on one long finger for the entire world to see.

She grabbed the swinging bra and stuffed it into a bag. "Thank you." If she gritted her teeth any harder, she'd need a porcelain inlay.

Shaking his head, every lady's dream man finally walked off into the building. He struck her as the kind who wouldn't settle down with one woman when five would do.

Noelle rushed inside and punched the elevator button for her fifth–floor apartment. The unnerving man was nowhere to be seen. And she felt grateful.

She had her hands full with having to make nice with another man she was to meet that very afternoon. And from what she'd been told, Colin Mayes was another hottie. She had her work cut out for her. She had to talk her way into his home–without putting out, because Colin Mayes lived on the same estate as her grandfather. A grandfather who didn't know she existed.

Still puzzled over the rude woman he'd met earlier that afternoon, Colin Mayes stood beside Brent Jamison observing a much more agreeable female. She was a good hundred feet away, parading across the lawn, putting on a show as if she knew he couldn't help but stare. With a haughty glance she turned away, and Colin chuckled.

She was stunning, he thought as he looked over the sleek lines of one of the most beautiful females he'd ever laid eyes on. Long legs, a little reserved, but plenty of sass, too.And a lot of mystery. She was the kind of female that would keep a male guessing. He started to approach her, then stopped himself, as curious, she tossed her head toward him once again.

Oh, yeah. She was the one. He had to have her. he'd give anything, do anything to get her.

"She's a beauty, isn't she?" Brent said, clearly pleased.

Colin didn't respond, couldn't reply, really. he'd wanted this fine–looking filly too long to blow the deal now. He was taking a huge gamble, risking everything for her, especially considering how badly his father wanted to sell the family's half of River Oaks Thoroughbred Farm. His dad held Colin's carefree lifestyle over his head as a threat to sell River Oaks. For some time, he'd been harranging Colin about settling down. Colin had slowed down a lot, but at twenty–eight he wasn't ready to live the life of an old married man. There wasn't a female alive who could make him give up his freedom. Not yet anyway. Besides, his grandfather had left the farm in a lot of debt. What woman wanted a man who couldn't afford the bling?

He really couldn't afford to be away now, but crucial business decisions had to be made if the farm was to continue to grow. His trainer would look after things until he returned. Equestrian breeding season was beginning and Colin would be unable to leave again until July. He planned to enjoy a little play on this trip, along with the work.

Back home in Virginia he had to put up a front for his old man—but not here.

"Take a closer look," Brent said, and signaled for the stablehand to lead the sleek black–tailed filly named Maggie Girl closer to them.

Colin had checked out her temperament, ability and conformation earlier and had been satisfied with her history. She was in good condition for breeding, not too fat or too thin. Now he looked her over thoroughly from head to hoof. Afterwards, he fed her a carrot which the mare ate eagerly from his hand. "Go on, girl," Colin said, patting her on her flank before he followed Brent into his office.

Done in mahogany and a rich burgundy hue, the room was clearly a man's domain. A slew of ribbons hung on the mahogany–paneled walls. The room was as lavish as any in Brent's palatial Memphis estate.

One day River Oaks would be this lucrative, Colin thought. Still, he knew racehorses were Brent's hobby, not his livelihood.

As if reading Colin's mind, Brent announced. "I'm ready to step down from the radio." The Jamisons owned two extremely successful radio stations.

"So soon?" "In a year. I'm ready to spend more time on the horses, and the wife wants to travel."

"You're selling the station?"

"I've gotten some compelling offers, but the kids want to keep the business. Which brings us to the point of this trade. I have some prime horses. Some are doing well at the tracks. But I need something new. And since I'm not selling the business, I don't want to shell out any more cash than I have to. It's no secret that your stallion, Diamond Spirit, is sought after for stud fees now, but with all the improvements your grandfather and George made on River Oaks, you're cash–poor."

Nobody knew that better than Colin. His dad reminded him of how far in debt they were every time he tried to convince Colin to sell the farm.

"Dally Run sired Maggie Girl," Brent continued.

"She'll be a good filly to match with your stallion. And I want to match one of my mares with Diamond Spirit. Think we can negotiate a deal that's agreeable for both of us?"

The older man leaned back in his chair and clipped off the tip of his Dominican cigar as he waited for Colin's response. He took his time lighting it.

Brent's hair was styled in a short cut. He worked out regularly in the gym in his house and it showed. He was an extremely alert as well as shrewd businessman. But Colin wasn't a novice. he'd learned a lot at his grandfather's side.

River Oaks was just getting to the point where their number–one stallion brought in a quarter of a million for each live foal. But they needed another stallion to take over after Diamond Spirit was put to pasture due to old age. He also wanted Maggie Girl, and she wasn't cheap. At the same time, Colin didn't want a cash agreement any more than Brent did.

Colin steepled his fingers beneath his chin in an effort to stop himself from rubbing his hands together. "Then let's make it happen," he said.

"He's here," Cynthia Jamison said, dropping her purse on the bar of the extraordinary entertainment room in the Jamisons' sprawling home in an upscale neighborhood north of Memphis. "Mama said Colin and Dad have been in the office for a couple of hours. I talked her into asking Colin to dinner, so you'll have time to do your magic."

"Look at me," Noelle said. "I'm so nervous, I'm acting crazy. I went out shopping today, as if I had the money to spare." The image of that annoying stranger popped unbidden into her mind for the umpteenth time that day.


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     Candice Poarch, a nationally best-selling author, fell in love with writing stories centered around romance and families many years ago. She feels the quest for love is universal and portrays a sense of community and mutual support in her novels.  Married thirty years, Candice is a mother of three children. She is a graduate of Virginia State University and holds a degree in physics. Please visit her website at www.CandicePoarch.net.

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His Tempest 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
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This is the first novel I've read from this author, and although the story line was different, the romance was not developed properly, and lacked sizzle. The story also ended quite abruptly. It was a very disappointing read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the second novel I've read by Mrs. Candice Poarch and I enjoyed this way more than 'Sweet Southern Comfort'. This was a fast-paced romantic tale. Couldn't put it down 'til I was finished. I enjoyed the intense passion between Colin and Noelle. The characters were well developed and even the secondary characters were quite memorable and oftentimes added some great LOL moments to the story. George was definitely 'good people' and you couldn't help feeling sorry for him, but you also felt his joy when he discovered the truth about Noelle. A sweet, quick, romantic, and humorous read! Definitely looking forward to reading more about Mackenzie Avery's offspring!