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Authors: Cait Jarrod

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Divine

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You’re a sight.”
Matt’s face
brightened, his grin infectious.

Trina wanted to rush into his arms but
refrained, afraid any moment Cal would show.

“Man, you’re beautiful,” he said, his tone
leaving no room to doubt his sincerity.

Her mouth watered and her head whirred. Matt
was hot. He’d always been, but he’d filled out even more. His
youthful features hardened into a man, a warrior, one that could
protect and would do so at any moment. She drooled.

He sent her the kind of appreciative glance a
guy gave a woman he held in admiration, not necessarily by her
beauty but for what he felt. Tingles raced over her body and forced
her feet to move. He engulfed her into a bear hug. A hug so tight
she didn’t think he’d let go. “I’ve missed you,” he said, his
whispered voice tight.

Ohmygod!
Her pebbled nipples relished
against his hardened chest. He didn’t just have a body that would
do any poster justice. No, it was Matt, her Matt. She slid her
hands around him further, squeezed tighter. “I’ve missed you so
much!”

His chuckle vibrated her breasts, her hands.
The smart move would be to step back before they became any more of
a spectacle. She brushed a kiss to his jaw, ready to accept it may
have to be enough, when his lips captured hers. His taste and scent
filled her senses. She leaned into the kiss, her body ready to
shatter. His tongue slid into her mouth. Like the night by the
river, the time she didn’t act on what her body craved. Her panties
moistened.

“Are you wearing panties?” he whispered next
to her ear, his hands sliding down over her backside.

The last time she saw him, he’d asked her not
to wear any. That had been four years ago. “If I’d known I would
see you, I wouldn’t have.”
What am I doing?
She pulled her
lips inward, tried to keep the panic from registering on her face,
and eased away.

Matt tugged her chair out, and she returned
to her seat. She cradled her phone in her left hand, hiding the
band of the engagement ring.

The server placed Trina’s drink on the table
and turned to Matt. Alarm etched in the woman’s face, and she shot
her a judgmental squint before asking, “May I get you
something?

“I’m good. Thanks. I don’t expect we’ll be
staying long,” he said to her, and the server stepped away.

What to say? He needed to leave five minutes
ago. “Um, I’m not sure what Bradley said, but I have—”

“He mentioned an appointment. Can you cancel?
I don’t have much leave.”

“I can’t.”

He lifted her right hand from the table and
placed it in his. With feather-like strokes, he brushed his fingers
across her skin. “I want to get naked with you.”

She squeaked out a noise, sounding like a
whimpering puppy. “I want the same, but I have to—”

“What’s this?” a deep voice boomed.

She covered her mouth to stop the rising bile
from escaping.

“Why do you have your hands on my fiancé?”
Cal, wearing dress pants and a designer shirt, glared at Matt.

Her stomach lurched. The contents from her
belly splattered on Cal’s handcrafted, Italian dress shoes.

What Others Are Saying…

 


This is an amazing thrill ride. You will
be on the edge of your seat.”

~Books n Pearl on Breaking All Barriers

 


Cait consistently brings just the right
mix of suspense, romance and happy endings!”

~Books n Bloggin

 


I really can’t say enough about Kidnapped
Hearts and the master story teller that is Cait Jarrod. Her tales
will entrance you and before you know it several hours will
probably have passed while you were lost in Pamela & Jack’s
lives. Pick this one up if you are looking for a story with a
little bit of everything, mystery, thriller, passion, and
romance!”

~Star, Illustrious Illusions on Kidnapped Hearts

 


I enjoyed watching two people who were
not looking for a relationship, circle, and gravitate toward each
other while fighting their attraction before finally giving into
their feelings.”

~Wild About Bones on Mystic Hearts

 


I had to read this book fast because I
had to know how it turned out for everyone!!! The butler was
hilarious!”

~Books n Bloggin on Entangled Love

 


I will say this, Grab it
up and check out these stories I LOVED them all, so much that I
hope these ladies will do another one with these same gals and give
us an update on their lives. I want more from each
one!!!!!

This is different than other
anthology as these stories are all entwined together to give us a
little bit of all 4 woman (sisters) friends. I loved every single
woman and their stories.

~Chris’ Book Blog Emporium on Girl Code

Dear
Reader:

 

Thank you for purchasing Divine, the first
book in a three-book series about living your dreams. Every book in
the Montana Dream series stands alone, but if you want to live the
love stories in order…

Montana Dreams Series

 

DIVINE
November 2015

 

DESTINY
December 2015

 

DESIRE
January 2016

 

 

Thank you for visiting Bluebird Valley,
Montana!

Happy Reading!

 

~Cait

 

Also by
Cait Jarrod

 

~Band of Friends Series~
Kidnapped Hearts
, Book 1
Mystic Hearts
, Book 2

 

~Misc~
Rekindled
Entangled Love
Breaking All Barriers
Girl Code Anthology

 

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DIVINE

 

Montana Dreams Series

 

 

Book 1

 

By

 

Cait Jarrod

 

DIVINE

 

A Montana Dreams novel, book 1

 

COPYRIGHT © 2015 by Cait Jarrod

COVER ART © 2015 by Jays Covers by Design
http://www.jayscoversbydesign.com/

EDITOR Editing Hall
http://aubreywynneauthor.com/the-editing-hall/

 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
No part of this book may
be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written
permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations
embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, please
contact the author via email at
[email protected]

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual
persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or
locales, is entirely coincidental.

 

ISBN-13: 978-1517598389

ISBN-10: 1517598389

 

 

 

 

Dedication

 

To my beautiful niece Brittney O’Bryan
for allowing me to pick her medical brain and for
her endless support and encouragement.

 

As always: to my hubby and gorgeous daughters.

 

Acknowledgements
The gals that helped polish Divine either by
critiquing, plotting, and proofing. Thank you!

 

Brittney O’Bryan, Patricia Smart, Norma Redfern,
Neva Brown, Julie Fowler
Lea Bronsen, Janis Frisch

 

Chris Hall, editor
Jay Aheer, cover artist

 

 

Table of Contents

 

 

Dear Reader

Other titles by Cait Jarrod

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

 

A sneak peek into book 2, Destiny

Connect with Cait Jarrod

Chapter
One

 

 

Twelve years ago…

 

Matthew Carson demanded his legs to move
faster, ordered his arms to pump back and forth as quickly as they
could go. No matter how hard he pushed, how much effort he put into
digging his dress shoes into the pavement, he couldn’t get enough
traction. He couldn’t outrun the trapped feeling that threatened to
suffocate him.

His mom died.
Dead!
A frightening
emptiness overcame him. His body smarted in a way he couldn’t begin
to describe. Concerns and worries he never considered jumped into
his mind.

How would he eat? Where would he and his
brother live? Who would make sure he went to school? His brother,
five years his senior, said he had it covered. Had a plan all
worked out. But at eighteen, how would Travis manage?

He dug deep, pushed harder. The tightness in
his chest increased. He had to outrun the hellacious feeling. Had
to. He couldn’t live like this.

Trees went by in a blur. A car honked.
Honked!
The nerve! Didn’t they know he lost his mom? The
horn sounded again. He wheezed and shifted further to the road’s
shoulder. The car sped past, leaving him in an exhaust fog.

“Asshole!” He wheezed.
This sucks!
He
wanted to escape the pain gnawing at his stomach, his chest.

The run didn’t do what he wanted. On any
other day, it would have given him peace and cleared his head. Not
today. Today, his muscles bunched in tight knots. His mind flashed
on pictures of his Mom’s accident.

He swiped at the moisture on his cheek and
focused on the path ahead: his oasis from the world, his spot along
the Potomac River. The hot summer sun heated his skin through his
funeral suit. The road’s pavement burned the soles of his feet.
Stupid dress shoes
.

The acidic taste that had resided in his
mouth since he learned of Mom’s accident intensified. His legs grew
tired. At this rate, he’d drop from the heat. Collapsing would rid
him of his troubles. The pain.

A red bandana, tied on a branch to mark the
entrance to the path, danced from the draft of a passing car. He
hurried through the field grass and slowed at the entrance to lift
a small branch. A musty, decaying scent swamped him as he headed
toward the river. It tasted nasty, like dirt, but it replaced the
sourness in his mouth.

He ran the short, muddy path and ignored the
sloshing sound his shoes made. Travis would kill him for ruining
his good clothes.

Crickets chirping and frogs ribbitting
redirected his attention to the river. Water flowed over the rocks.
Whitecaps rolled, powerful and threatening. Yet it was the most
beautiful thing he’d ever seen, his hideaway. When life grew tough,
he came here to this spot. Alone.

Passing by a “no swimming” sign, he slumped
onto a patch of running cedar. The bittersweet memory of his mother
calling the vine crow’s foot, echoed in his mind. The yearly event
when she insisted they created real Christmas wreaths and dragged
him and Travis into the woods to gather the vine pinched his heart.
Doing that, instead of collecting bugs with his friend, had been a
nuisance.

The ache escalated to unbearable. A hot tear
slapped his cheek. He’d give up his entire bug collection to help
her collect crow’s foot.

Heat flushed his body. It wasn’t right.
Wasn’t fair. Not one parent taken from him, but both! His father
had died of a heart attack when he’d turned ten. Back then he
didn’t think he’d survive with one parent. One! Hell! He had none.
All because someone texted while driving!
I’m an orphan!

“An orphan at thirteen!”

He snatched a pebble from beside him, tossed
it into the air, and caught it. With rage powering him, he slung it
sidearm at a floating stick. The rock skipped two times before
dropping out of sight in front of an abandoned footbridge.

Hell, he couldn’t even skip a damn rock.

The necktie Travis insisted he wear
tightened. It had to be its fault. It obstructed his range of
motion. Clawing at the tie, he slipped the knot and tossed it to a
nearby rock. The suit jacket came next. Travis would have his hide
for leaving the funeral reception. Not only did he leave without
telling anyone, he hadn’t changed his clothes.

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