by Kate Hill
Book 8 in the Horsemen Series
Release Date: July 18, 2014
From the moment Ivan rescued Bala from the inferno that wiped out her village, he has been in love with her. Knowing the young widow’s heart belongs to her husband who died from the Horseman Plague, he struggles to keep his passion for her a secret.
Bala is burdened by guilt over the lustful fantasies she’s been having about the handsome Fighting Carrier. When he surprises them both by asking her to marry him, she accepts. With Ivan she enjoys a sexual freedom she has never experienced before. Despite their love for each other, their marriage is threatened by the shadow of her first husband.
Ivan and Bala realize they’re meant to be together, but first they have to find their way back to each other.
The following excerpt from Storm Stallion is for readers 18 and over.
“I truly miss a pleasure flight at dusk,” Bala said, gazing skyward. “There’s nothing quite like soaring through the skies at this time.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Ivan said. “I’d have taken you.”
Bala glanced at him with a slight smile. “I’ve never really talked about it since–”
She didn’t need to continue. Apparently she and Ajay had flown together often in the evenings.
“It won’t be the same as with Ajay, but we could fly if you like,” he ventured.
“That sounds like a great idea,” Violeta said. “Go ahead, Bala. Grigori and I are here. We’ll stay with Reena. She’s having fun playing with Alexi. You should enjoy yourself too.”
Bala looked pensive but eagerness glistened in her dark eyes. “I really shouldn’t.”
“Go,” Grigori urged. “It’s a good night for a pleasure flight.”
“You’ve ridden Ivan before. He’s a smoother flyer,” Violeta said.
“But there’s always been a reason. I mean a destination.” Bala stammered a bit, then glanced at Ivan. “It is a nice night though.”
“Yes. I’m afraid I don’t have any tack with me.”
“I couldn’t possibly ride you without–”
“You can borrow mine,” Grigori said.
Grigori was rangier than Ivan, but his tack would serve for a short pleasure flight.
“You see.” Ivan smiled and held Bala’s gaze. “We have no excuses.”
“Apparently.” She glanced at Violeta and Grigori who pretended to look innocent. “I’ll change my clothes.”
“I’ll help you with the saddle.” Grigori walked to the fence where he had left his saddle and harness.
“I don’t think she wants to go,” Ivan said as he adjusted the harness and slipped it on. Harnesses fit over a Horseman’s man-torso for a rider to hold in flight.
“She does,” Grigori told him, shaking out his blanket. He placed it and the saddle on
“Didn’t seem like it.”
“Just enjoy the flight. You both worry too much.”
A short time later, Bala stepped out of the cottage. She’d placed a light cloak over her dress and wore boots instead of shoes. Her long hair was braided down her back. The style made her look young and innocent. Ivan’s gut clenched. He longed to feel her on his back. He fantasized about them flying without tack. Her legs would hug his equine sides and she would cling to his man-torso, her soft breasts pressing against him.
If he kept thinking this way, he’d become aroused and while wearing his beast-half there would be no hiding it. Not only would it be terribly embarrassing, but Bala would probably never speak to him again.
“Ready?” Ivan asked with a smile. He extended his hand to her and after a moment’s hesitation, she approached and mounted with ease. Having been married to a Horseman, Bala was an excellent rider with no fear of flight.
Ivan nearly closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure. He loved having her on his back.
“We won’t be long,” Bala said to Grigori and Violeta.
“Take your time,” Violeta said. “We’re not in a rush.”
“See.” Ivan grinned and glanced at her over his shoulder. “No rush. Where would you like to go?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then I’ll surprise you.”
“You always seem to,” she teased.