Phoenyx Rising by Joanna Blake

My name’s Clint McRae. I took this job without realizing how hard it would be. Hard to train a stubborn girl like Phoenyx Delancey. Hard to get her all the way to the National Championships.

Hard to stay away from her.

She’s got talent coming out of her ears but she’s reckless and wild in the saddle. Never mind that she attracts the attention of every man in a fifty foot radius. I can’t tell if I want to kiss her or shake some sense into her. By the time the season is over, I’m sure I’ll do a fair bit of both.

Either way things go, I know one thing. I am never, ever letting her go.